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54770 phnom penh

At an intersection of street No. 118 with another street in a neighborhood in Phnom Penh, after a day of wandering (collecting images and recordings), we sit in creaky wicker chairs on the veranda of a corner cafe. The sun is going down; a white-robed monk comes in and passes the shopkeeper a slip of white paper, and then shuffles out.