Bagan, Myanmar | Where Two Thousand Temples Rise from the Red Dust
There is nowhere on earth quite like Bagan. Spread across a dry plain along the eastern bank of the Irrawaddy River, this ancient capital of the Pagan Kingdom holds more than two thousand temples, pagodas, and shrines built between the 9th and 13th centuries. The light here does something remarkable at dawn and dusk, turning the terracotta brick a deep amber and casting long shadows between spires that stretch as far as the eye can follow. Hot air balloons drift silently above it all each morning, and the smell of incense drifts through the corridors of temples that have stood for nearly a thousand years. It is a place that earns every superlative thrown at it, and then asks for more.
The watercolor palette of Bagan is rooted in warm earth and faded gold. Terracotta reds and dusty ochres define the ancient brick, softening toward sandy beige where centuries of wind have worn the surfaces smooth. The sky shifts from a pale tangerine blush at sunrise to a deep indigo at night, punctuated by the silhouettes of countless spires. Painters working here reach instinctively for burnt sienna, raw umber, and the softest washes of saffron and rose.
