It was about noon when we arrived at the temple and the second we crossed the gate, we were thankful to have arrived and not given into our fatigue.
The bell at the top of the dome sounded a call to the faithful who began to congregate in the square. Their clothing seemed to add a touch of color to the temple. The strange thing about this temple is that it's not for any one religion in particular. Instead, it's Caodaist...open to Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Muslims….everyone. In that sense, it isn't strange that they have their own "saints" like Victor Hugo, Joan of Arc, or Lenin. Their sacred symbol is an eye surrounded by carved flowers which is dubbed the "all-seeing eye."
We went inside the temple to a room that looked out over the entire ground floor and the sight of all the music and chants was unforgettable. There were rows of men and women dressed in white, red, and yellow, all across a checkerboard floor. The sunlight poured in through the windows, each decorated with the ubiquitous eye, and cast its light on the intricately carved columns and the roof with its depiction of heaven. The profound beauty of it all is hard to describe.
Also called the Chinese market of Ho Chi Minh City Cholon. This wholesale market includes everything imaginable to find in stores and other markets. These range from consumer goods, wholesale egg, mushrooms, tea, spices, etc. It's a show of vendors and lost in the middle of their supplies. An intense life in the middle of a neighborhood where there is an enormous circulation, so that across the street is a miracle! A scene not to be missed.
In the heart of the city of Saigon (Ho Chi Minh), I walked the streets looking for something to photographic. It was hot and humid, normal for August. Very few things grabbed my attention, so I sat on the sidewalk and watched the bikes pass by. There was an old woman passing slowly. She had a Vietnamese hat. It seemed strange in that part of town, that is now very touristy. Finally I found something to photograph.