Bac Ha Market
Bac Ha. Vietnam.
Especially H’mong women with their colorful dresses hit me, while I walk around the market in a warm Sunday morning.
I could also stay for hours watching the people in the dining area: adult eating, while children running and playing.
And the area with live animals is a punch in the stomach, especially when I see the dogs for sale, old and fat dogs, whose fate isn’t to keep new owner company.
