Sa Phin Village
Vuong Chin Duc Palace.
We discover magnificent tiles, carved, covered with moss marking the time.
Silence reigns, the only thing that dares to break it is the sound of our footsteps on the planks of the palace.
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On the road, we were heading towards our next stop.
Under the monsoon rain, and the Vietnamese temperature, clouds form and come to cover and embellish nature.
Everything is calm.
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The famous Vietnamese motorcycle.
Mutual aid is everywhere, especially on this road.
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On the road going to Dong Van, we stop to eat.
Small space under a tarp.
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Everything is within sight, the kitchen where the rooster is banging on the pots, but also the outside where the children are playing, and the rugs are laid out.
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Under these waters, outside the monsoon period, there are paths.
Today and for some time to come, only the pier can be used to reach the other shores.
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We meet these children on the way. These young girls are full of spirit and make their laughter resound in the village.
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Net fisherman.
Imperturbable, only he knows where to cast his net.