Pho, at the upmarket Huyen on Cau Long Street, clean with regular size tables and chairs. Chicken amongst the noodles (which I skipped) and broth. Tastes of lemon-grass, garlic, ginger and lime hidden within the depths of crystal clear broth, delicate enough to make a French Chef envious. Translucent onion moving between the noodle strands like exotic sea creatures.
A tad squeaky and weary of the noise after five hours of weaving through the old town searching out Thuy at Lily’s Travel to pay for the air tickets and booking to Ha Long Bay. All without getting lost! Located the hotel we will stay at on or return and finalized the arrangements after getting dates all muddled. Helpful and patient with my concerns and questions.
Hoan Kiem Lake with a stop for coffee at the trendy Cong Caphe across the road from St Joseph’s cathedral. The temple of the Jade Mountain, Ngoc Son Temple, was crowded with tourists. The best feature (even without reflections), the scarlet bridge. Surprisingly, it’s the first time I have sent the small table flying trying to get out of the chair. Broken bottles across the pavement.
Small painting of lotus flowers working better. Frenetic, expressive smearing of paint onto the linen canvas and paper. Craziness after a heart-beat walking through the traffic? Terry’s photo of a lady playing cards gave me the opportunity to do a couple of paintings of the same subject simultaneously.