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.
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.