The mini red flags bearing the yellow star alternating between the sickle and hammer, rapidly flapping in the wind hovering over the lazy side streets where people on motorbikes, bicycles, and the occasional whale of a van or car tries to squeak on through like threading a needle. The buildings brightly colored blue, red, green, and that special brand of Hoi An yellow. Lantern town. Where every day feels festive. The streets buzzing with tourists and shutterbugs. Shoppers and families wandering around while local locust-likes try and sell you on their restaurant or the one out of a hundred spas on the strip.
“You want massage!?” Followed by another “You want foot massage!?” Seems like everyone and their neighbor is an expert masseuse.