Our last stop was to a small village just outside of Sagaing, where everyone made pots, lots and lots of pots. Or they watched the tourists watching people making, and carrying lots of, pots. The village was obviously on the tourist circuit since the kids in particular were very comfortable with strangers, including this one little kid who spoke English, was very funny and had dyed his hair purple. I don't know what that wooden structure is in the photo, but I'm pretty sure that if there's been any wind since we left it's no longer there.