Hanoi is bustling. It's energetic, motorbikes flying past you at every turn and people hustling by with fruit, baskets, bamboo. And yet there are moments within the madness that are serene. That escape the loudness. Below are some of those moments and spaces.
Found in the back of an alley somewhere in Hanoi.
Cloth awnings keep street dwellers away from the hot sun.
The infamous red bridge of Hanoi.
Burned incense at the Ngoc Son Temple.
Looking out onto the red bridge and lake.
I fell in love with the worn red doors and contrasting white and black lettering.
A temple in the middle of the lake that you can't get to except by boat.
A warrior at the Temple of Literature.
The entrance to the Temple of Literature.