Suddenly, this rain. Two weeks ago, we were in Hanoi. We snag the last table in Mrs. Minh’s living room—of which there are three or four total, low to the ground with bright plastic stools that force you into a squat. It’s stone quiet in Mrs. Minh’s living room, except for the occasional clinking of chopsticks and the slurping of pho—the clearest broth you’ve ever seen, true Northern Vietnamese pho, garnished simply with cilantro and chives and nothing else.
So many great book recommendations and insights here, Anna - thank you.
Great post. So many quotable quotes!
Anna, your writing voice is so lovely. I'm hooked!