Hanoi Old Quarter, part II: Snapshots

Here are the rest of the photos from our trip to Hanoi’s Old Quarter. Debbi and I did a lot of window shopping (and some real shopping too), ate a pizza (I know it’s not local, but the juxtaposition of having a pizza in the Old Quarter amused us, besides the restaurant is air-conditioned), then made up for it by eating some mung bean ice cream from this shop that has been in business since 1950’s (when I was little, no trip to “the city” would be complete without an ice cream from there. The mung bean is lovely, but may be an acquired taste; the coconut and green rice are good too.) And of course, being us, we hung out at all the bookstores.

The exterior and interior of a traditional 19th century house

Debbi wanted the flats but one shop didn’t have anything that fit, and we ran out of money at the one that did

A common sight in the old quarter: a jumble of phone and power lines. Yeah, that’s not dangerous or anything

The pizza of shame, and the Popsicle of redemption (also, check out Debbi’s awesome “Batman in Vietnam” T-shirt)

Practicing my street style photography skill

Hanoi Opera House

It’s been miserably rainy here for the past two days because a storm just passed us, so I might not have anything worth posting for the rest of the week. I’m loving the cooler weather, but after a while the monotony of the rain gets to me. Oh well, might as well enjoy it while I can. I’ll take depressing rain over blazing sunshine any day.


5 Comments on “Hanoi Old Quarter, part II: Snapshots”

  1. Lily says:

    Great photos! Love the colors and how they are a gestalt of the culture!

  2. Sarah says:

    It looks so vibrant and colorful and I am sure there were smells everywhere! Oh man, now I’m itching to travel.

  3. Megan says:

    Such cool pics. Those telephone wires all jumbled together are crazy!

  4. Great photos! Love the scenery, food, and Batman!

  5. […] it much more if the Old Quarter still looked like it does in Bui Xuan Phai’s paintings (it doesn’t), but then again I always think the past is […]

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