A Bridge.

by Dominic Stafford

I’ve driven past this beautiful bridge dozens of times, whilst on the way to the Tonle Sap lake, but only yesterday did I realise it’s beauty. The worn colours, and the low handrail. I took an hour to sit there today, and watch people cross it. A little too deep? Maybe. I already suffer from an unusual love for unusual bridges here, so this was a happy find. Within the year, these houses will be gone, and the river will be widened with diggers, as part of a government project. Shame…