part of the whole
As I sit on a balcony on a hill in a European island thinking back on my time in Vietnam and my brief peek into the culture of Hanoi, I cannot not think of the stark differences between the cultures of this remarkable planet we live on. As different as a Vietnamese is from a Corsican, they are part of the human race that is equality accepted and sustained by the planetary ecology. We humans all parts of a whole, each unique, yet connected with invisible lines that form the web of our humanity.
Still on a trip till August 17th with very little time on the internet. Thank you for your patience with me till I get back to a routine where I can comment on your work regularly.
photo taken: Vietnamese woman organizing the new year ornaments on a street stall~ Hanoi
the street seller
A main and very appealing element in the intricate canvas representing Shanghai streets is the abundance of street sellers and food stalls. These stalls are interwoven into the fabric of the alleys, streets and neighborhoods of this enigmatic city. You see them everywhere you look and you can smell their fried dumplings, their noodles, their scallion pancakes and their deep fried stinky tofu (it really is called stinky because it is quite overwhelming). Despite efforts from the safety food commission to ban these stalls in the city and force them to adhere to licensing and specific locations and schedules, luckily they continue to mushroom throughout the city adding to the character and charm of this massive metropolis.
I do hope they stay, because forcing something so integral out of a society’s daily life is almost like ripping its essence out and leaving it bare and colorless.
the street seller-2