During more than 18 years of being nurtured by the ancient capital, I have repeatedly searched and discovered new places, contributed a little bit of effort to let many people know that my homeland is very beautiful. Twice a year, I go back to Hue, I can’t help but be happy to see my place where my vegetables cut my belly button become bustling with visitors.
Now, I can proudly say that Hue is a true tourist city, but somewhere in that pride is a small solemnity, a desire to see Hue in the days of absence. . For 10 Hue people, there is only one person who dares to leave the whole afternoon to walk around the banks of the Perfume River and look for the usual Hue check-in place. At that time, “going dust” right in my own hometown was the only way that I thought of to contemplate the simple beauty of Hue’s everyday life.
Quoc Hoc School – Quoc Hoc stele (Memorial of the dead soldiers)
Leaving the car neatly at the Children’s Cultural Palace, I turn to the direction of Trang Tien Bridge to start the journey. Just a few steps to reach a place associated with my childhood: Quoc Hoc School – Hue, opposite is the memorial of soldiers who died.
Every time I go back to my hometown, I go back to this 120-year-old school to see, see and remember, as a procedure. In order not to be late, I just stay outside for a little while, taking some pictures through the speaker. The school is still the same, as if lying in a separate pit, where time never passed.
My school’s “framed” version, seen from Quoc Hoc stele.
The sound of tingling and laughter coming from Quoc Hoc stele, the old name of the memorial of soldiers of battle, caught my attention. It is the voice of groups of gymnastics, young girls posing for pictures, and young groups enthusiastically practicing dancing and singing. I’m sure it’s the Quoc Hoc students who are busy preparing for an entertainment program, because we used to have days like that!
They are engrossed in practice, not paying attention to my lenses!
Many people regret that Quoc Hoc stele has been restored, painted and repaired, and there is no longer an ancient, mossy beauty. I’m sorry too! But compared to looking at the building increasingly crumbling, the yellow paint color is much better now!
After all, it’s not as bad as many people complain about, right?
Ironwood Bridge – Nguyen Dinh Chieu Walking Street
Continue walking on Le Loi park to reach the iron wooden bridge, a Hue check-in place that is both interesting and controversial when it was put into use not long ago. Never before, of course, someone like me could not help but be curious and excited but tried to walk a little faster.
Found a few duck boats of childhood, now because it is cold, no one uses it. In the distance is Nghenh Luong Dinh and Ky Dai.
I do not know where people criticize, but I am extremely excited to see that the bridge is spacious, clean and very airy. Feeling a blessing when we hit a cold spring afternoon, so there are only a few people walking around, not pushing anything.
Baby “leopard skin” with mother.
The couple walking hand in hand.
“Take a picture for him!”, The first time a stranger suggested taking pictures like this, indeed a little nervous and excited. The old man like me, the first time going out here, kept complimenting. I am only sorry that she is elderly, does not have a phone or email, so I cannot send pictures to her.
“The bridge is so beautiful, it’s so beautiful, dear! Later, you must come here to play forever! “
Some people are talking, others leisurely fishing, looking extremely peaceful. “If you take pictures of him, you will have to pay, because you are a model! … A few days, a lot of days, and all of you release the river.” But the fish here is the fish of the Buddha’s land, only eating food is sweet potatoes … “, a fisherman calmly shared.
“What does the dog do to you?” – “It sucks!”
“If you post it on Facebook, remember to say this is a crazy man! Every day we come here to spend 50,000 VND for them to eat! ”
My friend was dragged to the wooden bridge to play while waiting for her back from school.
The ironwood bridge cuts across the Phu Xuan Bridge, commonly known by Hue people as Moi Bridge, and then continues with Nguyen Dinh Chieu pedestrian street. In the past, the road was still small, mainly trading at night. It has now been expanded, paved with luxury tiles and two straight rows of trees, which can be compared to a dreamlike, smaller version of Nguyen Hue pedestrian street.
Huong river is not only dragon boat.
Nguyen Dinh Chieu pedestrian street one way spring.
Panoramic view of Huong River from the pedestrian street, glimpse the silhouette of Truong Tien Bridge and Phu Xuan Bridge
Truong Tien Bridge – Dong Ba Market
This is the symbol of hundred years of the Nervous land. To confess that many years have passed, Truong Tien Bridge in my memory is the rush to drive in time for school and work. For the first time in my life, I have a leisurely walk, looking closely at the life going on here.
O sells noodles. Hue calls “bread” simply “noodles”.
Actually, everyone walking on the bridge is the same, no one is free to go to look at what’s around. Because I was too familiar, or because of the life cycle, I dare not confirm. Only tourists or people traveling back home like me spend time looking.
Desperate lines of people.
Towards Dong Ba market, I was a bit hesitant, because this is the place where I think messy. Well, it’s not wrong. That market! Perhaps because of walking with a relaxed mind, today I feel that the hustle has turned into a symphony of sounds, flavors and colors. It is the voice of people laughing, paying the price, throwing a few curses at each other somewhere. Is the color of jam, flowers, clothes. It is the smell of the fish sauce, the beef noodle shop and the rice snail.
A cluster of confetti Thanh Tien.
A lovely mess.
The passage was packed with people in and out.
Head to the Citadel to continue the journey. I should have just walked outside Le Duan street, watching Phu Van Lau golden in front of the towering Ky Dai before circling up to Da Vien bridge to return. But no, I turned to the gate, hoping to see the life of Hue around the forbidden city in the late afternoon.
The fruit sellers still lingered, hoping to sell out.
Chuong Duc door is closed.
Mother carrying her grandchildren watching the plane at the history museum.
At this point, the tour groups have returned. Because when the sunlight faded, no one dared to linger in the forbidden palace anymore. Contrary to the tranquility outside, where the street vendors are still waiting to sell; the men and uncles take leisurely bike rides or go for gym walks; Of course, we can’t be away from the youth football or some kids flying kites.
The old man rode his bicycle in the afternoon.
Beef cake, pepper cake, orange cake … only 2,000 VND / item.
White Tiger Bridge – Praying Yuyan
Turning out of the citadel by the gate of Quang Duc, I headed to Da Vien Bridge to prepare to end the afternoon. The sky started to turn red, I noticed that time was running out, so my pace was quicker, hoping to catch up with the rays at the end of the day.
Quang Duc Gate.
Compared with Trang Tien Bridge and Phu Xuan Bridge, Da Vien Bridge cannot compare with the age or nostalgia in people’s hearts. For me, I only came here a few times, gathered five and seven with friends to talk about killing time. But objectively, the Perfume River seen from the Da Vien bridge is extremely brilliant. Zooming into the upstream direction, the river is dyed with a bright sunlight. Also looking downstream, the river meanders into the distant street, the north and south banks are straight, looking very Western.
The sun’s rays shine down the Perfume River, looking upstream.
White Tiger Bridge.
A normal and simple Hue check-in place that few people visit is Bach Ho Bridge. Bach Ho Bridge, which was originally intended for running trains, was also busy with people passing by. But since there was Da Vien praying, there were absolutely no people. Every once in a while, a few people would ride their bikes leisurely past, or come up close to take pictures because they were enjoying the beautiful rust of the bridge.
The winds that made people tremble slightly in the first days of spring could not stop me from sweating after that long walk. When the sun was out of the way, that’s when I finished my journey. Tired is tired, but inside, there is a feeling of tension that is difficult to calm down. Because you can hang out? Because taking good photos? Or because I can see that my Hue still has small, simple but beautiful things out there?
Who come to Hue, do not just come check-in and go home. Live a little slower, look a little closely, so you can absorb Hue’s breath.
Source: Le Hoang / https://blog.traveloka.com/