Uncle Ho (under glass) is kept here inside this Soviet-looking mausoleum. Jim and Kim went to see him; I couldn’t bear it. Around the Square are tree-lined boulevards with these beautiful amber stucco government buildings designed by French architects. Ho couldn’t bring himself to live in the lavish Presidential Palace below and instead stayed in a modest little house behind the mausoleum (which, of course, hadn’t been built yet).
The Metropole Hotel
Loved it, loved it. They knew our name by the end, especially “Miss Kim” and even had her iced cappuccino waiting for her in the morning. The antique cars out front are available for rides around town (look out for the scooters, though).
Shopping in Hanoi
Our hotel was near the Old Quarter so once we mastered crossing the street we were able to explore (read that -shop). And shop we did -the shoe street (see below), the toy street (ditto), purses, posters, and more. We found these faux-TinTin covers in one of the souvenir shops.
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