In my last couple of posts, I tried to show something about the daily lives of the people in the narrow neighbourhoods between the dyke road and the Red River. I hope those pictures have a sense of place. The pictures in this post, taken in those same neighbourhoods, however, are all about faces and, I hope, character.
Between the Red River and the dyke road, there’s a long stretch of narrow neighbourhoods which are home to some of my favourite aspects of everyday Hanoi life, like markets, food stalls and men playing chequers in the street. These pictures were all taken during a few walks through these neighbourhoods last month.
[Apologies if this post looks familiar. I first published it last month, but accidentally deleted it, so I am posting it again now.]
The wholesale fruit and vegetable market under Long Bien bridge in Hanoi is at its busiest at night, when the city’s market traders buy their stock fresh from trucks newly arrived from the countryside. During the day it’s quieter, but there is always some activity. Here, pineapples are being delivered in the late afternoon.
The police in Hanoi are – how can I put this? – not known for their affability. So I was pleasantly surprised to find three in one afternoon who were all happy to have their photograph taken.
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