Go early, Luang Prabang will be quietly getting on with things, and it will only be small groups going up the variously reported three hundred and thirty three, or three hundred and twenty six stairs, if like me, you are not so keen on edges where the way down is sudden, take the inside path when passing.  The statues, the shrines, the lacquered carved doors, the view and finally right up the top the doubled fellow in his tiger stripped robes and hat, are well worth the stair count, but don’t rush, stare, and then look closer, before considering the Mekong River, the Nam Khan, and further off the green hills.