Hanoi city, Vietnam.
In 1998, the street was empty, the means of transport was still light, the last days of winter wandering on empty streets were peaceful and beautiful. That day, I was very impressed with the wrinkled, torn beauty of the old Kim Lien apartment complex, the twinkling lights in the quiet old houses. In those days, Hanoi had few cars, less smoke, and less noise. It can be said that it is a very different Hanoi in me.