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Finally there was a Buddha image with his hands facing up, preaching reason.

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In successive moves she stood, went down on her knees, put her hands under her head while it touched the floor and her feet were crossed. She did this in silence.

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Buddha lying down and welcoming death, after which he would achieve Nirvana.

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Wat Xieng Thong has a living quarter for monks. Its temples are daily visited by the believers. On the day of my visit a woman was genuflecting in the temple before a big and several small statues of Buddha all sitting in the meditation pose.

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The temples were full of Buddha images in uniquely Lao mudras, or gestures, such as the one calling for rain. This was a standing image with a rocket-like shape and hands held rigidly at Buddha’s sides, fingers pointing towards the ground.

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The most important memorial of that era in Vientiane is the gold-colored Pha That Luang (Great Stupa).

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To the mix of Buddhist and royal arts here, in the 1950s were added colorful glass mosaics on the buildings’ walls, depicting popular folk tales and daily activities of a Lao village.

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A neighborly gesture, one might think. The caption under the frame awkwardly identified the dignitary as “the woman in the picture.” Next door fresh elephant dung was on exhibit.

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Wat Xieng Thong is a complex of chapels (sims) with steep, low roofs [38] and a four sided, curvilinear stupa (thaat).

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A demonstration of how the dung was used in a mixture with leaves of mulberry tree.

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The color differences are related to their age, as the colors of the older monks’ robes have darkened. The monks were all male. In the groups that day many were in their teens

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The monks then disappeared by entering into a temple (Vat Nong Sikhounmuang) near where we were standing.

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The monks were silent and looked serious as they approached us in single file. They had bare feet and one bare shoulder. When they were next to us, they lifted the lids of their bowls so that we could put our offerings in them.

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Their arrival was heralded by the beats of drums. Most wore saffron colored robes, but some wore red and some brown.

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The monks came in processions beginning around 6:40 in the morning.

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