Without an H

I’m always on the look-out for people in the shadows of the alleys and doorways of the city. I really like the natural contrast that occurs as the natural light fades away in the background.

These three old boys were hanging out at a little tea stall outside an almost abandoned pagoda near Truc Bach lake this afternoon.

If a place can have a signature colour, then Hanoi’s would be this shade of yellow, which can be seen on walls throughout the city.