IF YOU COUNT A DOG AS A FRIEND . . .

Don't read any further . . . just skip down to the new photos I've added since I finally got the disks.

But if you've got the stomach for it, I'll tell you that when my Vietnam-born eye doctor asked me last week (during the exam that resulted from the fact that Air France lost my baggage . . . uh, have I mentioned this already?) what the strangest food I ate in Vietnam had been, I answered truthfully, "I don't really know. I didn't ask."

I tell you this because this photo is of the open air market. All living creatures besides human that you see here will be sold for dinner purposes. While I did see them post-butcher, as far as I know, I never consumed them.