The old port town of Hội An is picturesque, no doubt. Though somewhat gentrified these days with piped muzak and coloured lanterns, its streets still reflect the town's historic merchant past if one turns one's head the right way at the right time. It might be a bicycle leaned up against the back of the old Japanese bridge. Or ochre walls streaked with mould, on which hang birdcages and a bouquet of wilting flowers. Moments and vignettes to dwell on.
For a second or two.
Before I get me to the market.