The sensuality of tropical rain. In the luxuriant moistness of the Bay of Ha Long, a junk glides, as if suspended, on the notes of water flowers, lotus and cyclamen. A hand moves through the crystal clear water, with its vivid accents of red berries and rhubarb. In the distance, near the shore, the monsoon looms on the horizon, embodied by the green fragrance of neroli, while the fl oral notes of magnolia rise from the warm land. A cloud of musk and white moss envelops the horizon.
"In the wind, between the cliffs' green walls, the movement of a junk protected by its sail, rocks my body. The rain spatters the emerald mirror of the bay, and at night, the legendary dragon lights up the stars behind the stretched canvas of the sky."