Hoi An

Hoi An is a beautiful town.

We sat in this cafe staring out as the river rose and rose even though the rain had stopped hours ago.

And then men on hondas, with women clutching their waists, whizzed past. I wondered how high the water would come. My answer was – so high that we had to exit the cafe through the back door. The poor street seller who had his wares laid out on the footpath – had to pack up and move elsewhere.


One Comment

  1. half my heritage is viet-chinese…my grandma often spoke of life as a child in french colonial vietnam and that top pic is exactly how I imagined it to look. Maybe I got the idea from films like “The Lover” “Scent of Green Papaya”….


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