Blessings

Wandering through the seemingly endless corridors of the Ta Prohm temple, I happened upon this lady sitting amongst burning incense, a basket of multi-colored, string bracelets and a small plate with a few riel (Cambodian currency) on it. I sat down on the tiny stool facing her as she wrapped two of the bracelets around my wrist and said a prayer. Having no idea what she said, I put my hands together, thanked her, “arkoun,” put $2 on the plate and asked if I could take her picture.