Tourist vs real Siem Reap

Today we went to the national museum, a beautiful building which was built recently. It is nicely laid out and after reading all the history from 600=1300 AD I have a better sense of Angkor Wat and what all this means. What is still missing is the history of the last 50 years since this museum is ancient history only. Tonight we plan to go to a movie at the Angkor night market to fill in the gaps for recent history. I anticipate being depressed.
On the way back we accidently found the local market which is a bit different from the tourist markets. The fish are unrefrigerated and aromatic and I think I saw clothes we donated to one of those yellow boxes in Falls Church. Being a total freak about clean food, I am sorry to say that I prefer the tourists markets and its sanitation. I love looking at the fruit and vegetable displays although it would be better if I knew what I was admiring and how it tastes, and how to cook it. We also saw a large net stretched across the river upstream from the major tourist area. This net had captured a large quantity of debris to keep it from visually contaminating the more sanitized and profitable parts of the city. From there we saw a market outside an active Pagoda. The wares included lotus blossoms and incense as well as other offerings to be made in the religious ceremony. I have a picture of the market stalls but did not feel comfortable photographing the pagoda in full religious celebration.
Barbara and I both have colds but after 3 days with a wicked and unimproved sore throat, I bought some Amoxicillen. 5 days worth cost me $1.20 which says a great deal about the US pharmaceutical industry but that is a diatribe for another day. I anticipate feeling much better tomorrow, just in time to work on the journal club for Tuesday and the kidney talk for Wednesday. Just like home, you are sick on the weekend to get better to go back to work. I hope to get to the hospital tonight so we can post and check email. It is but a 10 minute walk from the hotel where we are the only Americans. Lots of Aussies and French and a few Germans. I guess that is what you get when you stay in a hotel with a French name- The Auberge Mont Royale.