I wrote earlier about how Bangkok is a city of function, one that is not particularly pretty. Still, being the happy snapper I am, I did whip my first-born child out (my camera, that is) and take a few shots of the city on our wanderings and shopping adventures. Here they be.
And just as a side note, whenever we stumble through a particularly difficult language-barriered conversation, I have to hold my brain back from responding in Arabic. In Thailand. Not so helpful. Khalas.