After a delightful and most delicious morning at Silom Thai Cooking School (we went shopping in the market, spent time learning about all varieties of Thai ingredients and spices, making our own coconut milk, chopping until dropping, woking and eating), I walked toward the river and right into the "protests" that have been "disrupting" Bangkok. It was huge and took up most of Silom Street. But it was also filled with color, goodwill and the ever-present opportunity to make a baht.
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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