This scene could be described as the most emblematic of Hoi An. It really isn’t nothing new composition wise, and frankly it has been done before, but I still enjoy most of the images I see of this place. It shows Hoi An’s beautiful riverfront and the picturesque yellow walls of the old town. Since the town is flooded every 5 years or so, and is currently (!) under water, the colour often crumbles, rendering the plaster aged. For some it might be ugly, but for others it is one of the last anachronist in a more and more sterile world. I waited quite a while for the old fisherwomen to move and to be in the exact right spot between the colour barrier. (Luckily the street was so empty). Sometimes photography is more about patience than skill.