After a hectic day, flying from Bagan to Mandalay, scorching sun, so many impression flying through my mind. Racing from place to place. I sat down in the shade in the Sandamuni Pagoda and let the quietness that was radiating from this lady engulf me. Before I left I took this picture without disturbing her, without intruding into her thoughts. She didnt see me, but the people passing did.
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say;
"Come you back, you British Soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"