The sun comes down, touching the cliff and lighting up some of the sculptures. I start walking back as many tourists are still posing for photographs against the pillared caves. The guides are loud and the monkeys are boisterous, grabbing water bottles and bags from the hands of the tourists. Yet, in that noisy moment, there is a certain peace that is inexplicable.
The sun comes down, touching the cliff and lighting up some of the sculptures. I start walking back as many tourists are still posing for photographs against the pillared caves. The guides are loud and the monkeys are boisterous, grabbing water bottles and bags from the hands of the tourists. Yet, in that noisy moment, there is a certain peace that is inexplicable.