Julie Vola was born and raised in Marseille, South of France. One fine day she decided to quit her job to travel for three months in Vietnam. She arrived in Hanoi… and as happens all too frequently, never left. Now a staff photographer at Word Vietnam, she has also discovered she can write.
Julie Vola heads to Thanh Xuan Cooperative to get the beef — or more aptly, the fruit and veg — on growing organic food in Hanoi
At night, the streetlight embraces its surroundings, touches the walls, then slowly evaporates into the void, leaving you with nothing to hold on to. A mundane alley during daylight hours becomes unrecognisable, though strangely familiar. The streetlight becomes a spot of hope in the middle of the night.
Julie Vola visits the ancient capital of Myanmar and escapes the crowds
As I come out from my latest shopping spree at Bookworm, I can’t wait to start reading my new book. I decide to make my way to Ngo Quan, a nearby Vietnamese coffee house recommended by a friend.
Vietnamese youth love their ice cream. Who hasn’t been stuck in a traffic jam on Thanh Nien street, caused by lines of people buying the frozen confection? They love it almost as much as they love Korean culture and K-pop. Pow Pow combines these two loves, and throws in a pinch of America as well.