Autumn in Hanoi doesn’t mean scarves and jackets, it’s a bit more subdued than that.
It means you can wear a top made of wool without dying from heat, or getting sweat (ewww)
all over it. It’s the kind of season that you pack a cardigan with you to throw over your tank top if it happens to get cold, and can walk around comfortably without cursing the evil humidity and sun.
It’s probably my favorite time of year here. The rains have gone (hopefully), The disgusting, suicidal heat has gone (hopefully) and usually we get a couple of pleasant months before the evil winter slush and grey comes at Tet time. (Not that I’ll be here for that! Hahahha!!)
These photos were taking on a breakfast outing with my housemate at Hanoi Social Club (I’ve mentioned this cafe a lot over the years, it has delicious food and a lovely relaxing atmosphere) on a sunny Sunday morning, where Hanoi made me re-fall in love with it.
We got our caffeine fix, mint and lime slurpees and T.B had poached eggs with morning glory on multigrain, I had, as you can see in the picture above, avocado and ricotta on toasted sour dough. It was delicious. I’m drooling thinking about it now.
I was wearing my awesome black hat I bought in Melbourne, a mustard sweater I picked up in Shanghai and my tribal skirt that I love that Red Pearl made for me. The sunnies and zebra print shoes were also scored in Shanghai.
Man, I’m hungry thinking about how good that breakfast was…
Thanks T.B for taking these pictures.
Hanoi, it’s days like these that I love you.