Colors of Yangon.

The old center of Yangon
Is an abundance of life and colors.

Vendor of vegetables from the market of the 26th street in Yangon.

When the sun goes down after 16 hours and the heat returns to a temperature below 35 degrees it is the moment to venture in the streets of the center of Yangon to mingle with the animation of end of day.

I often get dropped off by taxi to 26th Street. It is the hour when the inhabitants and workers of the neighborhood make the last purchases to prepare the evening meal. Vegetables, meats, fruits and fish are spread out on the sides and center of the street. The sellers who exhibit their products at the center usually see the delivery cars pass over their fairly low stalls with the wheels well centered on both sides without there being any movement of products.

Colorful refreshing drinks with blocks of ice floating in basins are served at the entrance to the street.

The vegetable vendor smiled at my passage a little embarrassed to be photographed. Sure, she has the best smile of Yangon! The newspaper salesman, himself, jumps

Fish seller of the 26th street of Yangon.

every time seeing me pass, and let go a howl that even the Burmese must not understand well, he had to lose a bolt. The little old woman is still in her place in this big market despite her age, curled up like vegetables, this market is perhaps all her life. The pigeons grouped at the crossroads a stone’s throw from the mosque throw themselves on the corn seeds and dropped their droppings. Players of Chinlon have put up their longyi and start a last game.

In the street of the printers, the workshops continue to spread ink on their papers. The bearers of immense loads try to make their way through the dense crowd beneath the arcades. At the turn of the windows one can meet General Aung San Suu Kyi. Small restaurants on sidewalks and on the edges of streets begin to form. I make a stop to one of the banana merchants to stop a hollow before the evening meal, its prices are not complicated: 100 kiats (0.07 $) = a banana.

Around 6:30 pm, the night begins to fall and you have to think about finding a taxi. And especially to get out all the stratagems to try to make the driver understand the name and place of the restaurant and my destination. Fortunately Google map comes to my rescue, I branding my phone with the plan and address and he embarks on a great reflection. Some hesitate and give up. Not easy to be understood, even with Google comes to my rescue, I branding my phone with the plan and address and he embarks on a great reflection. Not easy to get even with Google.