
PU LUONG IN THE RIPE RICE SEASON – WHEN NATURE WEAVES A GOLDEN DRESS FROM THE SUN AND WIND
If Sapa is like a arrogant lady, always wearing a thin and familiar mist standing in front of the lens, then Pu Luong is like a Thai girlfriend wearing a brocade skirt, walking with wooden clogs, smiling crispy like the sun. The longer the side is, the more you love, leaving and the memory. I came to Pu Luong in the right golden season. The story does not catch
















