The crying Monk

One of the things I love most about living in Vietnam is that you never know what lies around the next corner. I guess this is true of a lot of places but it seems particularly so here.

Last weekend I encountered a monk on her alm's walk, not such a common sight in Saigon. She was padding down the road in the blazing heat with a sublime smile on her face that said she was a million miles away, and with tears in her eyes.