Thousands of people crowd around in the dark. The day is already hot and it’s not even 5am yet.
“You buy? For sale, you buy?” a boy, maybe twelve, holds a few books in his hands… nothing more than pamphlets, really. I wave my hand in a universal, “No thank you” gesture and he moves on. The ear numbing clicking of cameras and the snapping of phone apps collide violently with the foreign songs of native birds that fill the surrounding trees and temples.