No Shoes, Yes Service: a Cambodian Market

The French influence is still residual and quite prevalent here.

I just lost myself this morning in the market in this town of Kep. It was a mostly indoor market, which meant that it was like traversing a labyrinth, without the sun direction for orientation. I was absolutely gargantuan among these compact people, turning sideways to pass between stalls. Dens of polyester shirts opposed mounded pans of miniscule dried shrimp and piles of fruit provided colorful topping. I had to duck to avoid the hanging bags of plastic who-knows-what, and at one point to give my neck a rest, I stood up--and all the way out--through a hole in the tarp roof. 

Clothing department. Much is colorful and quite heavy considering the heat here.

A busy breakfast stall. Note the shampoos for sale in the back, the containers of chopsticks, and the trash on the floor. 

Some of the stalls set not directly in the pathway (like the pharmacy-ish places) have a little filthy mat out front and a collection of sandals near the entry. In that case you are expected to contort yourself in the tight space and, without elbowing anyone else, unstrap your own sandals before entering. How odd compared to Rite Aid, with their signs "No shoes, no service".  

This is what black pepper looks like before being dried! This is a famous pepper-growing region here.

All sorts of dried fish products.

Sitting among the daikons.

Waiting on the bus outside the market. Patterned clothing like this is so festive and quite prevalent.

Mrs. Alive Ducks and Mrs. Dead Ducks converse across the hall.