I started the day with a long walk around the citadel. A fog rolled in, so when I took this photo of a group warming up in front of Hue’s flag tower, I could only just discern the flag in the mist. As if by magic, you can see the silhouette of the flag if you tilt your screen back.
Between 4:30 and 6:30 a.m., the streets of Hue abound with people walking, jogging and excercising. Sometimes I’m outside by 5 for a walk with my mother-in-law. We walk to the Phu Xuan Bridge, do some stretching and excercises, then return by the Truong Tien Bridge. It takes us an hour. Today, I arose late and headed out on my own.
The fog began to lift and the flag appeared. The tower was built in 1807, during the reign of King Gia Long. After various repairs and renovations over the years, it now stands about 17.5 metres high, from the lowest of its three bases to the tip of the flag post.
These are two of the gates that lead in and out of the citadel.
The frangipani trees are just starting to flower. Their fragrance is intoxicating.
I walked back by this quiet road rather than the busy Tran Huong Dao. When I arrived home, I had breakfast under my beloved bodhi tree, then playedwith our new puppy for a while.
That’s the last time my wrist looked normal. I slipped on the rain-slicked step and fell with my full weight on my wrist, fracturing the radius. Sigh.
That’s the fracture to the left beside the C in my watermark. I’ve always found X-rays rather fascinating. Love the view of all the bones in the hand. Then I received my very own health booklet for keeping records of hospital visits and treatments in Vietnam. Now I really feel like a local person.
The silver lining is that I’m receiving all kinds of attention. Maybe too much. People are making coffe for me, presenting me with my favourite fruit, and constantly asking if I need anything.
Did you know you can tell how many sections are inside a mangosteen by counting the petals on its base? Thi s one has six petals and when I cut it open, I found five small and one large sections. Sometimes there are only five, and less often, seven. If I had to choose one fruit to eat for the rest of my life, I might choose these purple-shelled treasures.
It’s taken me a few hours to edit these photos and write this post all with one hand, but it has been a good distraction and I think I’ve gone well over 30 photos in less than 30 days. Will devote the remaining days to looking at others’ posts.
Eight more 30 in 30 blogs:
- Solange Noir, daily photos
- Jennifer, daily photos
- Evelyn Jackson, daily photos
- Sue Borgerson, a daily verse building to a 30-verse poem
- Dorothee Lang, daily video moments
- Andy, daily photos
- Hilda Oomen, daily paintings
- Lynda Bruce, daily paintings