Smell of ginger ...
Of ginger and fresh fish, the stalls lichi, avocado and dragon fruit. Tourist shops, T-shirts, bookmarks and sleeping bags. Triangular straw hats, colourful vegetables, smiling old ladies: a kaleidoscope of emotions.
"Come, look for a scarf" "Do you want a foot massage?", "
And then a narrow little street, a door to another world.
So I enter it slowly, allowing time to admire the life that flows on the river.
I sit on a plastic chair, sipping a fruitshake, suddenly realizing that I don’t need to run in order to understand. On the contrary, there are lots of things that can be grabbed only when we stop.
Tonight I said a prayer to the river.
A little old lady looked at me and gave me three coloured lanterns, which I let go away…
How to describe Hoi An?
A caress of warm wind, soft lighting of candles on the water, live music on the roadside.
I cannot describe the magic of red lanterns, colourful lamps on the trees, the poetry of Chinese kites on a bridge.
A spell for tourists, maybe ... But it is still magic.