Yes, it's a tree growing through a store in Bagan.
And this one is for Maya, my stylist daughter. Although a beauty saloon would probably ask patrons to leave their 6 shooters at the door.
Little monks praying before the main meal.
Um, Beth the nun in nun robes with the sweet nuns at the monastery. I managed to lose my grip on robe layers daily.
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I love how the green cloth on the motorcycle looks as if it is part of the garment being worn by the woman in the picture.
Do you look at these photos and say, "Really? Was I there? Did I do that?"
Or do you look at them and then at your surroundings now and say, "Really? Am I doing THIS? Am I here?"
I love all of this and you look wonderful in your pink robes.
Mary-yes, exactly. Where am I? What's important? I still feel the dusty streets under my feet and the kind regard of the local Burmese.
The kind regard is palpable. Thank you for sharing all this.
You're welcome. :-)
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