Comical, conical hats balanced above aged and weather-worn faces. A wealth of colour and light; lanterns of irregular shapes reflected in puddles, decorating cobbled streets. Tailors, sweet-treat sellers and smart suited taxi drivers lining the streets, come day or night. Buildings old and intricate; showing their age in patches of damp, flaking paint. A candle floating on a paper lotus; carrying a single wish toward the Japanese bridge, past a hoard of tourists and travellers, photographing and being photographed. Hoi An is an elegant town which provides its’ guests with an insight into vintage Vietnam, the way things used to be. We arrived in the rain after a long night bus I’d rather forget. We taxied to our hotel whilst outside in the damp air a woman, passenger on the moto with which we were parallel,
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