When I think of cities surrounded by walls and moats, I think France in the Middle Ages (i.e. Avignon). I certainly don’t think of 19th-century Vietnam.
But the Imperial City of Hue was constructed in 1802, its ruin only amplified by American bombings. It seems much older than its 200 years, with weeds sneaking through walls and slowly crumbling facades. But there’s a certain romantic beauty to the sprawling green grounds, dotted with grazing horses, working elephants, construction crews and sacred temples.
Two elephants traded off shifts toting around tourists; their plaintive glances reinforced my decision to never ride such a beautiful animal that isn’t made to support that type of weight on its back.
I fell in love with the flaws of the Imperial City: the exposed brick, straining weeds, different-colored walls all created an ambiance of perfect imperfection.
The mosaic-type art of porcelain captured my attention: it covered the grounds with an incredible eye for beauty and attention to detail.
What’s your favorite photo of the Imperial City of Hue?