Two years ago I offered myself a few weeks of vacation in a country where I was a “stranger” but which nevertheless touches me. Its history, its culture, its traditions have not been taught to me but an inheritance flows nevertheless in my veins. If France is my country, Vietnam is one of my land of origins, it was natural for me to come back to my sources there in order to write the first pages of my book (and that I recently started to keep writing). Here is a small photo album of this quiet stay…. with Dodo of course ….