Smiling Little Nuns

After spending time in front of the golden Buddha statues, I decided to go out of the hall. The atmosphere in the hall in the central Yangon stagnated. And I wanted to get some fresh air. When I came to the place where my sandals were put, I met some little nuns wearing a pink kasaya, a Buddhist robe. All of them were shaven-bald. Because they held an alms bowl, they seemed to wait for going out to ask alms while playing around.

These little girls also trained themselves like adult nuns. Nonetheless, they were Buddhist nuns, they were just little girls at the same time. So they were interested in a foreign traveler with a camera. When I held my gear, many of them gathered in front of me. I focused on their curious faces. And they started to smile altogether.