Passing by occasionally, I suddenly found that it was the consulate of my country. Although the door was closed and I couldn't see inside, I was still very happy. Unexpectedly, just stopping at the sign at the door, the Vietnamese soldiers on guard would blow the whistle very rudely. It’s disgusting that you are not allowed to stop and take pictures.
Stepping into the consulate, there is a feeling of going home.
Old architectural style, the first district of Ho Chi Minh City!
The inside is a Chinese building, the door is closed, and there are security guards outside that do not allow you to take pictures.