Impromptu teahouses on the sidewalk, tiny plastic chairs, metal teapots. Wizened old women sitting on crates, couples embracing on the pedestrian bridge. And everywhere, the half-ruined colonial buildings of long-ago Rangoon.
I had hoped to see all of this in the daylight, but an after-dark viewing was the best I could do. Still ... I saw them. And I'm so glad I did.