On my first morning in Hanoi, I took a jet-lagged stroll through my new ‘hood and came upon a spider’s nest of electric and phone cables on the pole at the corner.
The wires do more than carry messages. Many are decorated with twittering bird cages.
America fought and lost a war with these people and Vietnam is a Communist country. But it’s hard to say what that means any more.
Simple pleasures abound. A lake-side plastic chair, a glass of joe, a drawing as the sun goes down.