"Van" Diary About White coffee Hanoi in End of Spring Days

The most beautiful days of spring … if you don’t go to the street, you feel guilty. So I put my headphones back into my ears, playing the song “La Lung”.

10:00 am, Hanoi leaves the haste and become very peaceful. Visiting the cafe in Minh Khai drinking a silver cup, this place does not sell cigarettes but asking for one, the owner is always ready.

Then hurriedly, running the police to clear the sidewalk, driving the car to Vinh Tuy bridge, feel a little wind, though unsteady motor, eat a grilled corn to get strength

… And come back to the restaurant, listen to the young people drop their souls into music. Only the acoustic and singing took place in the middle of the spring, rustic but so attractive that there were no more sounds of laptop, murmuring voices, and the sound of wooden chairs creaking … All silence and listening She sang the highest notes of some of my songs.

The street here also weaves a chessboard, lots of trees and is clean so there’s no need to ride. Just walk and listen to the noise of the ear, head over to the empty intersections to come to the restaurant for breakfast.

Up to 54 Bui Thi Xuan, I ordered a cup of White coffee, finished drinking and craved for more solubles to bring back, oh, why it is so attractive?

THIS TIME THE SUN HAS SPREAD ALL OVER THE CITY. RED PHOENIX ROWS STILL GLARING OUT THERE. WIND STILL BLOWING IN FROM THE SEA. LET’S GO ON ANOTHER WALK. TOWARD THE SQUARE WITH THE RED STAR GOLD FLAG FLUTTERING. WALKING WHILE WATCHING THE FACES OF PEOPLE PASSING BY.

The people here are gentle and do not have the bad look and feel like they are out there. Last night sitting at the pub, the sidewalk, but not listening to them, they swear under any language. The young and old people came to ask for money, but were denied that they were gone now but not standing and groaning. Motorcycles entering the shop are turning off the headlights before turning off the engine so that the lights do not shine on the guests’ faces outside the yard. Only those points are enough to love people here.

I got tired legs. Stop at a cafe. Finding a hidden corner behind the potted plants, we were curious to watch the people coming into the shop, listening to them busy speaking in the language and still not getting used to it for days.