With a sincere devotion she enters the temple and kneels down in front of the Buddha.
After whispering several prayers with her head down on the floor, she gazes up to the Buddha and looks him straight in his eyes. Her hands firmly pressed to each other, holding them in front of her forehead. She slowly rises her stiff and old body after finishing her ritual.
Each respected visitor is expected to walk bare foot through the long side halls of the temple, so she will do that too. With her wooden stick in her right hand, a bowled back and firm steps, she walks through the temple.
The cobblestones do not seems to bother her solid pace, neither does the small and sharp grid on the ground.
Surprisingly, she out runs me. This old lady is clearly a pro in visiting temples.