Market under the bridge.

It's really the alleyways that never fail to fascinate me. The stillness of the air, the different hums and clicks and calls, punctuated with a harsh engine passing by every now and then. And the community feel.

A gloomy dead-end.

A second floor extension constructed of corrugated iron.

Wood house.

Then, just round the corner, the narrowest house I have ever seen...there must barely be room to lie down across the width of this place. Knowing Ho Chi Minh City, it's probably half a mile deep.

Chatting to a neighbour.

Three generations.

1 comment:
I like this post Jon! I especially like the three generations photo, it made my face go into a smile.
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