the royal palace shines in the middle of Phnom Pen by the Mekong river |
maimed boys live in the streets |
mothers beg in the street |
bikes are everywhere |
this father follows our tuk tuk and holds her daughter hand to say hello |
two monks on a vespa... |
this woman sells balloons |
this young boy too |
this old woman keeps her money in her hands at the flower market |
just a few blocks away from nightclubs... |
a tattoo master talks to a client |
a young boy sleeps in a hammock in the street |
close to a wounded tuk tuk driver |
and to two women on the pavement |
a tuk tuk driver |
and this one on his motorcycle |
at the market, rotten eggs |
and fried tarantulas |
offered by this charming girl... |
who puts one alive on my shirt |
to the surprise of this young monk |
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