A Month in Cambodia

I’ve decided to do all my sightseeing on foot. I pass by the museum and head toward the central market, Psar Thmey. Along the way, I stop at a pagoda. A ceremony is taking place right now. The monks are seated in the middle, a young novice faces them, and his family is on the sides. I don’t dare go in, but a man gestures for me to join him. He explains that the young monk is trading his civilian clothes for the kesa, the sacred robe of monks.