Yellow flowers, for the full moon honoring of ancestors, everywhere you look. Bunches in the baskets of scooters and bicycles. Bunches for sale on street corners and the entrance to the market a yellow carpet. Striking against the golden-yellow walls of the old town.
There are Buddhist temples all over the old city, with their intriguing architecture and sculptural elements. I made sure that for my painting of the temple detail, I included nine beam circles, 9 being an auspicious number. Cadmium yellow deep, raw Sienna and Naples yellow light used for the golden-yellow walls.
Lantern festival, with clear skies over the old city. In Hoi An the particular tradition of lanterns developed during the 16th and 17th centuries when the port city was an important trading post. Hoi An bustled with merchants from around the world, including the Japanese who brought with them various shaped lanterns that they would hang in front of their homes. The locals began to imitate this in similar hopes of bringing good luck to their households.
The Nocturnal Artist, a small restaurant held together with garlic. Unpretentious Vietnamese cooking. Pumpkin soup and a shared stuffed calamari our lunch choice, with nominal added sugar keeping my blood meter in the green zone.
Cua Dai beach not exciting, even under blue skies. Notions of sunrise beach walks nor realistic next to these grey brown waters washing into a beach reinforced with plastic sandbags. Coconut palms creating an illusionary perfect tropical beach scene. The walk along the road to Cua Dai between coils of the brown river.
Storm blowing in, reminiscent of a puppy at play. A lot of noise as anything loose is gratefully picked up by the mischievous wind, shaken about a bit, and then hurtled against an object to create as much noise as possible.