The streets are full of assorted transport heading off to work and school, but the winner is the motorbike. Countless swarms of them ferrying two or four people at a time. It is a bit more orderly now than 10 years ago but it is each rider for herself. The crowd seems to stop, well, mainly when the lights turn red but not quickly as everyone wants to be the last through. What I like is when the traffic distracts me, there is always someone crossing who reminds me, it is time. They speak to me in Vietnamese but I understood.
As I looked up from my careful watch of the sidewalk traffic, I saw I was in front of the Women’s Museum which I think is one of the best cultural museums in Hanoi. It was still closed but I can already see the staff coming in. Some were enjoying coffee at the Museum Cafe. I took another picture as the front of the museum which is usually crowded is now empty.
Happy and satisfied having spent only $6, I waved my flowers to the staff as I entered our hotel knowing that they always love to comment. This time, we exchanged how we call the flowers in English and Vietnamese. I feel bright and sprightly and refreshed. I think they see an old lady with a big smile and an addiction to flowers. Here are my flowers gracing our suite.