Tag: Áo
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An Ode to the Áo Dài
As household lore goes, my grandparents’ 65-year marriage started with a white áo dài. Image a scorching spring day within the Fifties on the Mekong Delta, only a skip from the border of Cambodia, the place the dust highway winds like a rusty-red serpent up onto a bridge overlooking a river. A bunch of schoolgirls…