As we walked among the 800-year-old crumbling Buddhist pagodas of Indein, Myanmar, these sweet ladies were peddling their handmade and very colorful garments. And of course, we were immediately drawn into a world of amber and crimson, of violet and fuchsia, lavender and amethyst, and of apricot and azure.
It wasn’t long before my family was trapped by swaths of vibrant colors being spun around their swirling heads. And naturally, they didn’t leave empty-handed.
During the spectacle, I couldn’t help but see the incredible contrast between the fresh colors of the garments against the fading bricks of the crumbling pagodas.
Tree roots are taking down these besieged, but proud, structures brick-by-ancient brick. And sub-tropical rain and wind aren’t helping much either.
We left these colorful ladies and elegant pagodas a little lighter in the pocketbook, and a little richer for the experience.