At Ba Na Hills, tulips on a foggy day feel less like a flower garden and more like stepping into a dream suspended in the clouds.
You don’t just see the tulips, you discover them slowly. One moment, they’re hidden behind thick white clouds; the next, they appear in clusters along cobblestone paths in the French Village.
So beautiful and such stunning colours! Visiting from Floral Friday Fotos.
Thanks Lisa. So happy to see you here.
How beautiful, Teresa xx
Thanks Jo, the weather made it more dreamy.
They look so beautiful in the mist, almost like a painting!
For sure it was a wonderful scene. But that didn’t last long because the rain poured after that. How sad. But such is travel. Thanks for the comment Sarah.
Such is travel indeed!