I was in Palmyra 11 years ago. It was one of those ancient places in Syria that projected the influence and power of Rome. This is the Temple of Baal (or Bel). It no longer exists. The barbarity and inhumanity of the Islamic State, in its self-congratulatory frenzy of wiping out monuments and people not representing the glory of Islam, destroyed much of Palmyra last year.
In this karst-littered limestone region within Myanmar, I had already traversed a large cave-system and a water channel under a giant hill, and wandered out into this larger flatter landscape. A woman was working next to a field collecting her crop, and she had parked this bicycle nearby.
Walking along a pilgrimage path in the mountains around Kyaikto in Mon State, Myanmar, a path sprinkled with small shops selling trinkets, food and drinks, I came across this girl in one of the stalls. The background colour gave everything a slight pink hue. And she had a great smile!