Part of my heart is left behind in Rangoon, across from Scott’s Market on Montgomery Street. This is where I met the cute bookseller. Every time I visited her bookshop, I chose a book on Burmese history. I tried to negotiate a lower price, but the bookseller always won.
Don’t tell her I let her win just to see her smile when she won. One more week, and I might have become an expert on the country’s history.