Memory: Hoi An,Vietnam
Recollections of Hoi An Ancient Town, wash through me as a river of images, colours, and intimate moments.
Just as the Thu Bon River gently flows into the streets of Hội An and then recedes, so do my memories. Momentarily immersed in a wash of colours, textures and flavours.
An Ancient trading port that has retained its indigenous architecture, blended with the influence of foreign merchants that came to trade spices.
Local politics and river silting that once led to it being neglected for 200 years resulted in it missing the inflow of modernisation; to its eventual benefit. It is now noted as a UNESCO World Heritage Site and is…glorious.
Hoi An translates as "peaceful meeting place", and indeed it is. We didn't walk in Hoi An. We meandered.
We slowed down. We sat on porches and watched people saunter by while waiting for our Vietnamese coffee to drip, drip, drip through stainless steel phin filters.
Vivid hues layer upon a canvas of bold yellow. Worn Chinese characters dating back to the 18th-century peer through the layers of peeling paint. Festive lanterns illuminate the streets at night, and my memories, when I pull them over me like a blanket, provide comfort and calm.
Head to dusty_cowgirl_discoveries on Instagram to check out my photos from Hoi An, Vietnam.
