hanoi

I am living in the Old Quarter of Hanoi, where life spills into the streets. women sit huddled together in conversation over bowls of noodles, cooked in a pan at their side. the soft, almost melodic hum of scooters weaves through the crowds of pedestrians and bicyclists. I sit and observe over a cup of coffee, the best coffee I have tasted in months. strong and slightly bitter, mixed to perfection with sweetened milk, which I ingest by the spoonful. I digress, my mind wanders, the common trait of a pensive observer...
some sort of concoction of beans, fruit, ice and condensed milk, delicious!! such tasty street foods!