Through an time-worn gateway in central Mandalay, I stumbled upon a courtyard where an ancient temple once stood. All that is left is a field and a few large crumbling statues of Buddha. I saw an old building and decided to explore its surroundings. I befriended a young boy who was the caretaker of the property. This small building was actually a small monastery that had been converted into a make-shift warehouse to recondition the arts from the fallen temple. Inside lived two monks, the boy and the monk's caretakers (women).