They took a taxi took to Banh Thanh, a district located in the heart of the old capital. The streets were French in aspect, a throwback to the 100 year imperial rule. Shops selling patisserie and French baguettes mingled with Vietnamese street carts peddling atomic-hot bowls of Pho. The air was blazing hot fusing 2 stroke with fish sauce marinating in huge plastic vats. Bikes rode six to the dozen side by side, all jostling for space, shifting passengers, pigs, cages stuffed with ducks and geese. Sky walking builders skipped along girders on construction sites, seemingly defying gravity but this was Vietnam where the impossible was made to look easy.