Sometimes I get attracted by small alleys, let's get old with time. Each alley with new stories.

Wherever I go I often like to find the alleys behind the big city, just to find what is so simple, things that are outside the center of the other.

Sitting on the chair had faded with time, sometimes caught the eyes of the fun of the market, the head of the hat, jacket and scarf.

It was breathtaking when climbing a very high staircase, it was the loud noises of the big market, and it was the old hands behind the butt of the small streets, It is cold, and it is Da Lat.

Da Lat gentle with the sunshine of the morning tomorrow ...