The Old Saigon
“How gentle is the incense’s essence, coming from the Temple hall! How sweet is the color of Rice floating in the fields…” Nguyen Dinh Chieu My trip throught Vietnam ended up in Ho Chi Minh City, the old Saigon. I…
“How gentle is the incense’s essence, coming from the Temple hall! How sweet is the color of Rice floating in the fields…” Nguyen Dinh Chieu My trip throught Vietnam ended up in Ho Chi Minh City, the old Saigon. I…
Huong Thanh and Nguyen Le, Fragile Beauty There was a time when Hué was the imperial capital of the Nguyễn Dynasty. It was until 1945 when Emperor Bảo Đại abdicated and a communist government was established in Hà Nội. The splendor of…
“Dragons were hidden, only stones still remain On the moonlight nights, stones meditate as men do…” Che Lan Vien Ha long is where junks are like butterflies and cliffs are flakes of dragoon. It’s the Red River delta and according…
“…Sipping my cup of tea, in the moon nights, I stare at my shadow…” Nguyễn Trãi During the past two weeks I’ve been wandering around Vietnam and Cambodia. As I’ve never been to Asia before it was all new for…
Le pareti rosse del Nautilus sono assordanti. Gli oggetti, silenziosi, sono accostati uno vicino all’altro senza lasciare alcuno spazio vuoto. Non è difficile dopo un po’ notare un ordine metodico in questa stanza delle meraviglie. L’occhio si perde nei singoli…
“Tu ch’entri qua pon mente parte a parte et dimmi poi se tante meraviglie sien fatte per inganno o pur per arte” My visit to Bomarzo was revealing. A deceitful place where everything seems anything else and the Illusion makes…