Sixty years after Hanoi was established as a city in independent Vietnam, Van Mieu (or more popularly referred to in English as The Temple of Literature) was founded as a Confucian school. The temple is one of the oldest and most significant buildings among Confucian complexes in Vietnam, and still remains a treasured cultural edifice. Advertisements
During our trip to Vietnam, we were very circumspect in selecting the places we would be visiting so that we would have, at least, a deeper understanding of the country, its people, and its way of life. In Hanoi, one of the places we checked out was an old house — a heritage house — that has been restored to its former 19th century style.
I woke up at half past 3 in the afternoon in Manila. I was refreshed and the pain in my eye that has been bugging me the past four days is now gone. We arrived in the capital 12 hours before, hit the welcoming pillows of the quaint Casa Bocobo Hotel at 4AM, visited a government agency for a scheduled appointment, had lunch at a Chinese restaurant, and went home to get some much-needed shut eye. I was glad it was still half past 3. That means we still have enough day light to cover at least one museum, the whole length of Rizal Park, and still be on time for an afternoon tea.
I can walk around Angkor Wat, everyday, if only to find my inner peace.
The Senior Citizens’ Park in Cebu City is located at MC Briones Street. The street also offers many unexpected interesting sights and colors that I captured before capping our walk with an afternoon snack of buko shake and street pizza. MC Briones is a popular name in Cebu, but many would only know the name because there are several streets named after the person. Who is the person and why is he so important that streets are named after him. Read some tidbits after the photographs.
I love film photography and I love my Vivitar IC-100 because it is cheap (only P350), I can take it anywhere with me because it is light and small, and I am not worried of thieves wherever I bring it with me. Recently, I’ve been into skies and buildings. Something about them, standing tall and lonely, reminds me of man, of mankind. We are a great race but we cause our own problems, we are standing tall and yet, like these buildings, we may fall. We are bound to fall.
My boyfriend and I do most of our traveling by foot. It is my belief that one can only get to “feel” the pulse of the place when one interacts with the locals, peer at empty alleys, and get lost among strange streets. Wherever we go, I always have the desire to walk, and walk, and walk. There are many things you’ll miss when riding a vehicle, so I’d prefer to walk.