Some might call them charming, others might declare them kitsch. I’m fascinated by the art work produced on our block and if originality may not be its strongest point technique certainly is. The pictures themselves are indicative of hopes and aspirations of the Vietnamese: spiritual calm, nostalgia for the peace of the life of the old rural communities, and, perhaps uncomprehendingly, a sort of hankering after “la gloire”.
Anyway I’ll leave the pictures round the corner from our house which form part of the main picture painting area of HCMC to speak for themselves.
Street life is fascinating here. This morning I had a great coffee and some jasmine tea as well seated on one of those minuscule and often patched up plastic chairs on the pavement. At a corner I had an amazingly delicious baguette (yes, France still lives on here) filled with meat and vegetables which more than satisfied my stomach for both breakfast and lunch.
I could take a million photographs but there is a limit. Experience it with your own eyes instead of mine…..
I think I’ll always winter here in future!