Pho

Hanoi

Vietnam

Kang, Baataar and I were walking along the main street of Hoan Kiem in downtown Hanoi when we saw an old lady balancing two huge baskets with a bamboo pole. She sat down and brought out coal, pots and kitchen utensils on one basket; spices, veggies, noodles and slices of meat on the other. We watched as she brought a pot to a boil to make stew. As soon as wafts of it filled our noses, our mouths watered, and we settled on miniature chairs. Ngon? (Good?) she asked. Rat ngon! (Very good!) we replied. She smiled showing red betel-stained teeth.
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