Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

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HOW HAPPINESS
FOUND THEM
At dinner, my twelve friends walked a few blocks into the old
historic part of town, to Bountiful Valley Restaurant, which
they had rejected only that morning. Now they were resigned
to the menu I had called “A Taste of Winter Delicacies.” No one was
in the mood to search for alternatives that were either more “sponta­
neous” or more “authentic.” They were just glad that their ill-omened
trip to Stone Bell Temple had not yet infiltrated the word-of-mouth
network of Lijiang. Not only did the restaurant send a message to the
hotel that they could enjoy the same menu that evening, the owner had
offered a bonus, “free surprises,” he called them.
The first surprise was the restaurant itself. It was enchanting, not
touristy at all. I knew this all along, of course. That was why I had
chosen it. The building was charmingly cramped, a former dwelling
whose outer courtyard had been converted into dining rooms facing