Monks on the Hill
Their radiant saffron robes caught my eye. They were taking pictures in the glowing light of sunset, up on the hill behind the kite lawn. I approached, and they promptly recruited me, as I thought they would, to take some pictures of all three of them facing into the sun. That done, I took a picture of them with my camera, and then one of them took a picture of me with one of the others. All of this was arranged with gestures. Other than the word “Thai” they spoke not a word of English, and I not a word of their language. I gather that they were visiting either UC Berkeley and/or the Thai temple on Russell Street. People come to Cesar Chavez Park from all over the world. I wonder what they thought of our park and our city.
