Monk on the Train

Today in Town Hall I saw a man wearing monk's robes. They were just like out of a film: pale brown, belted at the waist with a knotted rope, neat and utilitarian. He was balding, with greying hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He munched on potato chips that he shared from a large bag with his companion, with whom he had an animated conversation. The man with him was much younger and wore white pants and an olive fleece pullover. I wonder how they came to be in the station. The monk had a dirty yellow rucksack from which he pulled a sandwich that he began to eat. Then a train for Emu Plains pulled up and they both got on it. The whole time I tried not to look like I was staring.