Saturday morning, I was engaged in the humility of the Mekong River - the fleet of the early traders, the ease of the breeze with its warm rays, and this hat I imagined myself in. Which, I did own! It’s a hat with marks of military victory, so loved by this boatman. Yet he impressed me more than his smiles and patience. He, after all, handed me this, with much enthusiasm for sharing and letting go.
This hat has been the heart of that weekend. Selfless. We all must be. Cam on, Vietnam!
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" She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret. " - Memoirs of Geisha |