Mossy street corners

April Hanoi is as gentle as the early morning twenties girl. Light sunshine all over the streets, the sun just enough to make the city light up, not the choking dazzling feeling of hot summer days.
All over the city is a shade of green after a few days of drizzling rain. Cool, poetic, and especially captivating to those who come to Hanoi for the first time, when in an afternoon going against the wind, it is natural to see a faint, sweet aroma of jade orchids here. Or the smell of throne must be real to realize of millions of tiny crocodile flowers on the streets of Hanoi. In that space, people feel like they are in some distance, mingle with the yellow crocodile leaves swaying in the wind, while playing and feeling like a little regret before leaving the branch.

No matter how noisy Hanoi, there are moments of strangely quiet silence. I still like to sit in the coffee shop in the morning under the old almond tree at the top of the alley, relax, while remembering the past. The day she was still alive, she stayed here, in the afternoon she set up a chair on the porch, she used to joke around with the children who did not study, but later on she just went to get the almond leaf to sell the breakfast. I do not know if it was because of her statement that the children in the neighborhood later became successful. Although most of them have gone away, they have come together for a long time to return to their old cramped house. Fortunately, there is now a cafe at the top of the lane. That mossy street corner is like a place to keep memories, memories, a place where people talk, review old stories, to remember, to love, to live, to go, and to find back. So, although it was annoying because the roads were always crowded with people and cars, we were always looking for a way to return. When you wake up early in the morning, stand on the balcony that is a hundred years old and look down the street, feel very peaceful and quiet. My friend said, I don’t understand why the urbanization speed of Hanoi is so fast, but right on the most central street of Hanoi, Dinh Tien Hoang street, the section bordering Hoan Kiem Lake, still has a moss-roofed house. . Are there still pretty little cafes in the flowery French villas in the heart of the old town? The answer, because that is Hanoi. Being a place too much love, where you go, you still can’t forget the scent of jade on the windy roads. Hanoi, a place containing so much awkward love from the beginning. And love it, from the bottom.