There's been lots of good memories of our time in Vietnam. One of the best was sitting at this cafe, Givral, right off Lam Son square next to the Opera House in downtown Saigon.
For those who've been there, especially in its current form, the whole place is nothing to write home, or blog, about.
But we were sitting there with my Mom, back on a visit, having some ice cream, and recollecting about how things were when she was young. She would have some money in her pockets, come here and eat some ice cream with her sisters and school mates, while watching the traffic, waiting to see which friend would drive up in their Honda.
I've been back to the little side street on which we had a house. But nothing gave me a sense of terroir more so in our years here than this short story with my Mom.