Peddling Food In Old Hanoi Streets
The streets of Old Hanoi have everything for the commodity browser, and, for shopping ease, many products are mobile. At least the edible ones are. For your convenience, these goods can come to you or float past you for the taking. All you need to do is connect with the ladies. Holding a glance works best.
Lithe women, who would make most workout fiends jealous, balance limber poles and march around this old town flogging perishable goods in low open baskets. Everything from fruit to fried mysteries can be bargained for, once eye contact is made with one of these street mistresses. With shoulder muscles primed, the vendors are always keeping an eye out for a possible sale, chatting with their competitors, ever watchful for a stray motorcycle and, less likely these days, a manual cycle that could cause havoc to their schedule. These capable peddlers ferry their goods around the streets of Old Hanoi most waking hours. Unable to walk the cluttered sidewalks where spare space is usually taken up by parked motorbikes, a few suspect dark sedans and the patchwork that is left for local people to carry on important daily tasks like eating noodles anytime and all day long, the food convoys manipulate what is left of the street after cars and a myriad of motor bipeds take their share.
They are a variety of food trucking unto their own.
Madrid, Spain-Cover Your Drinks
The word “tapas” is derived from the Spanish verb, tapar or “to cover”. According to “The Joy of Cooking” ( and who is going to argue with those fine foodie folks?) some time in the past, in Andalucia, southern Spain, small strips of meat or bread were used to cover sweet sherry drinks to prevent fruit flies from over whelming (or over swarming) the liquor. When other variations on this practise were added, the little drinking snacks we know of today became regionally popular in Spain.
Whatever the derivative of these tasty bits, the idea of encouraging conversation by removing the focus from a gargantuan meal, especially in an era where folks are submerged in an electronic device whenever they start or finish or are in the middle of consumption of anything, may save the fine art of convivial conversation. When you are experiencing these tasty tidbits in a cozy authentic Madrid eatery, bar, cerveseria, restaurante or whatever lured you from the street or onto the street, small chatting predominates. Do you get the picture? These snacking and drinking places are everywhere, they follow a very generic description and although the electronic glow still shines, the fine art of sharing an upfront, personal moment prevails.
Tea, Tea, Wonderful Tea – Munnar, Kerala, southern India
Tea. Not only is it a delight to drink, the blanket of cultivated tea makes an intense landscape. Even if you don’t imbibe in the drink you might want to gander at this locale in Kerala state of southern India; Emerald City has nothing on it.
The trip up follows the valleys and steep slopes of the Western Ghats gradually leaving the congested lowlands behind, making way for mist shrouded slopes. Flailing between the sides of your four-wheel drive as you climb and wind up the incline to 1600 m above the sea, try to keep your bouncing eye on the unfolding landscape where misty slopes caress the high altitude plantations kissed by bright blue skies.
No wonder the British sought out these metallic green hill stations as summer resorts. Not only was the vista invigorating and a respite from the heat below, the habit of a refreshing tea break can’t be all that bad. Let’s drink to that.
For more on southern India see http://heathersimondsphotography.com/2013/02/18/on-the-way-to-the-tea-plantations-kerala-india/