Between one-way currency Hanoi, where wind for dental nhẩn catappa side street corner, I suddenly found myself as claimed, as the previous, then whispered the poopy old town. It was remarkable! Not only new Hanoi ancient quarter. Hundred strokes, thousands of designs, the old quarter of this world. And, Hoi An and Hue and Lynn Silver (Haiphong)... In places here, surely, we will see the old Moss, see the sparkle of a culture is not far away. That's in my heart-and perhaps in the minds of people in Hanoi, as well as in soul and foreign tourists-the old quarter is still like a latent traces, an anniversary, a dream, or a loud whisper, where memories. For a long time, I returned to the old city center, your busy up the Hanoi forecast's sound featured six hash with the chessboard more vertical horizontal Makati alone dock there. And incidentally, that such appointments, a beautiful tone to the melancholy suddenly rang and live forever in me: "baby, Makati City ... I was I. .. ". I know the gamut is not reserved for the old town, but with me and with the children Hanoi, that was the old town from the Palm wine sounds, it's the message, remind, dexterity, it is whispered, then where is the old town, cried out for help or word mark million for a quarter in the future.
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