Making a broom

“No one wants to learn this craft anymore, dear. They say it takes too long, so they’ve all gone off to work in factories or moved to the city.”

Grandma Hai Phục said this as her slender hands skillfully weaved each blade of grass into the familiar shape of a broom — a humble item tied to generations of countryside life.

Sitting in her small kitchen, surrounded by the scent of burning wood and the gentle rustle of broom-making, I felt transported to a corner of memory I hadn’t visited in a long time.

At Mương Đình, we don’t just come to relax.

We come to listen — to stories, to homes, to fading traditions.

An afternoon with Grandma Hai is one of the gentlest lessons the Mekong Delta has to offer.