Try spotting the monks!

My mind is full of splendid memories of Cambodia which I can revive and look at whereever I want. I love those sunsets, gold and purple and orange, spreading across the sky at evening, and the monkeys and chickens and dogs on the misty floor of villages sitting on the pale grassy banks of the great moat, the water dark, stagnant, and glossy, with all the lotus of Angkor floating about. Plus the temples, tuk-tuks, and ta prom and the rest, there were plenty of those, and above all, the monks, still vivid, orange and wonderful, full of life.