Jinghong’s town market, just off a main corridor called Mengla Road running east-west, is a lively scene of vibrant colors. Sometimes tropical, sometimes earthy, and sometimes nothing more than a shock of blood red. So much closer to nature than most places. And oddly quiet, save for the thud of cleavers on animal bone, the squawk of caged birds, and the watery rustle of fish in their shallow tanks.
A tableful of sausages and hams.
Preserved eggs (thousand-year).
Grilled pork belly.
A little shopkeeper and his chili pepper bushels.
Fresh chanterelles and wood ear mushrooms.
Beautiful pink bamboo hearts.
Bee larvae, a local delicacy.
A tray of ingredients for cold-mix salad.
Pickled things and an array of spices.
House of Hao's 