Between the town and the sea strand is a flat plain of rice fields almost as far as the eye can see. Between the harvest of one crop and planting of the next, these fields are mirrors that reflect the sky where buffalo are tethered and wallow in the mud.
Between the plain and the sea strand is a river island of vegetable plots and fish ponds that is full of life and colour.  Every day, the herbs and vegetables are picked and rushed to markets around town.  At the sea strand where only fishermen used to live and graves still dot the old dunes, there is a new town taking root.


Alone in the rice fields is  the grave of a Japanese man who came as a merchant to Hoi An and fell in love with a local girl. He died in 1647. This grave is one of very few Edo period (1603 - 1868) Japanese graves outside Japan an it prove the importance of the Japanese traders of the time who were familiar visitors to Hoi An.


Acrylic on canvas - 45 x50cm

Tra Que by Bridget March