Along the gently sloping road in the middle of town, it is the dim light of the street lamps; wisps of mist spread out gently to drive away the darkness deep chasms. Heaven as of late, "the town in the clouds" is as cold and strange.
The stalls sell fragrant barbecue grills. The smoke emitted as beckons hungry diners. Everyone wants to enjoy a little taste of the mountains. Some ethnic minority women are persistent sat selling little notes "Brocade"; then they all left back to the village in the cold frosty night.
Away a bit of the Cau May street, people clearly felt wild looks of the northwestern mountains. Besides ears, you were leaving only the sound of the wind and cold dew of paddy. There are couples traveling on the road; they sometimes put his hands rub up and apply on the cheek. Despite wearing three four times, but many people still cannot dispel the cold here.
If anyone has one to Sapa certainly cannot forget the feeling when watching the scene on the night of the town. A beauty fluttered; we do anyone leaving, must also nostalgic, and then thought that "going back to Sapa more times".
