I spent a few peaceful November days in Hongcun Village, tucked among misty hills and ancient pathways.. and to my surprise, something about it reminded me of Romania. The gentle slopes, the morning fog, the animals in the fields, and the rhythm of village life stirred up a quiet familiarity.
Of course, the architecture was uniquely Chinese, intricate wooden beams, curved rooftops, narrow stone alleys, and it was stunning to photograph. But the atmosphere, the weather, the earthy simplicity of it all felt like home in an unexpected way. It was a beautiful blend of the foreign and the familiar, and it stayed in my memory long after I left.