We stopped in a small village on our bike trip where a man made paper flowers. He is the 6th generation to carry on this craft. He served us hot tea ( 102 in the shade ). We politely drank it. We then watched him make a paper lotus. Checkout his Buddhist altar on the chest, his wife was in the next room watching a cooking program. That's his baby daughter. I donated $5 for the hospitality and demonstration.
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