Hanoi, Vietnam
Without fail, I always find myself in markets when I travel. The markets vary; I’ve gotten lost among stalls of fruit and baskets of spices, bowls of silver jewellery and tables covered with antiques, jars of strange remedies and plates of decadent desserts, brightly coloured flowers and shelf upon shelf of beads and fabric. I’ve spent some of my best travel days just wandering through it all, trying not to spend my last rubles or dirham or ringgit…
