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Wat Phuttha Saiyat , Phetchaburi

This temple or Wat Phra Non in another name, stands at the foot of Khao Wang. The temple houses the beautiful reclining Buddha image or Phra Phuttha Buddha image or Phra Phuttha Saiyat in stucco and brick work, lacquered and covered with gold foil. One of the 4 largest reclining Buddha in Thailand, and is believed to date back to the middle of the Ayutthaya period. The status, presently enshrined in Phra Wihan (formerly laid outdoor) contains inside many Dvaravati and U-thong Buddha images.

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