On Tuesday morning I decided to visit Thang Long Citadel before my scheduled food tour.
There is a re-created Vietnamese village in the entrance hall.
Vietnamese wood block prints not unlike ukiyo-e.
Meeting room bunker.
Beer Street-north of the lake.
My dinner for the night banh xeo, a kind of savory, crispy omelet.
Then onto The Alchemist Cocktail Bar for properly mixed cocktails (a Manhattan above) and sultry jazz in a speakeasy setting. One of the best bars in town that I've visited so far.
Breakfast pho (beef noodle soup).
And the first stop of the morning was the Vietnam Military History Museum, which is located next to the citadel, but I didn't have time to visit it yesterday since I had a food tour at noon. This time I was trying to make my visit to Ho Chi Minh's Mausoleum close to the noon closing time in hopes of spending less time waiting.
Next up queuing up to see the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum. It turns out that it didn't matter, there were massive lines with tour buses full of tourists, school children, and every other Tom, Dick, and Harry were waiting to see Uncle Ho. The guards were very strict about the line-up: separating us into two distinct lines, no chewing gum, no bags, no photos, they made women cover up bare shoulders and when we got in the mausoleum they told me to take my hands out of my pockets.
The Ho Chi Minh Museum-which I didn't enter because I was too tired from waiting in line to explore.
Next I was planning on visiting an art museum, but then I spotted this structure that turned out to be the impressive Temple Of Literature while stopping for a coffee in the area. So I decided to skip the museum as I was running out of steam at this point. These days I can't do more than three attractions a day usually.
I stumbled across this cool little cafe, Salt-n- Pepper, with outdoor seating on my way back to the hotel and decided to stop in for a snack.
Since I had pho for breakfast I couldn't resit a brunch option, a scrambled egg croissant with bacon and cheese.
Followed by a beer stop at iBiero, of which the tasting set of beers were pretty mediocre.
Hanoi train station.
After a bit of a rest I was off for a pre-dinner cocktail, a gin tonic, at The Metropole's Bamboo Bar in homage to Graham Greene and Somerset Maugham.
For my final dinner I decided to try a French-Vietnamese fusion restaurant called Porte D'Annam.
The appetizers were a mix of fusion fresh spring rolls and a selection of fusion fried spring rolls.
This was one of the signature dishes. The vegetables in the front were meant to be eaten with rice in the little pot. There is a soup and fish sausage that was cooked in the beer can, which the waiter poured out the soup into a bowl and cut opened the can and cut up the fish sausage for serving. I put the lime, chili peppers, noodles, and herbs in the soup much like I would for pho.
Middle-aged women doing aerobics in the park in the early evening.
Finally, after-dinner cocktails and more live jazz at Binh Minh Jazz Club.
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