Wednesday 11 January 2012

Saigon Vietnam, the old coffee ...

Saigon has become a "paradise" coffee with a lot of style, rank. The coffee is "drinking" a unique culture of this new land. It is unclear the first cup of coffee mixed in Saigon how, but writer Son Nam problem, this new land had appeared earlier two cafes are owned by the French Lyonnais (now on Ly Tu Trong ) and Café de Paris (on Dong Khoi Street) from 1864. Coffee and gradually formed a cultural flow, your negative, intimates of many layers of Saigon Vietnam ...
When the French warships entered Saigon, the drops of butter flavor coffee is slowly flowing on this new land. In signing the Indo-day, adventure writer Claude Bourrin canvas tells a coffee table booked out around the Opera House. Now crowded, stuffy smell of sweet coffee throughout the region.



On the streets of this area, many coffee shops also quickly emerged as Café de la Musique, Grand Café de la Terrasse, Café des Fleurs ... to serve man expedition and natives soon absorbed the Western way of life .
The eyes of the author also subtly visible image while the husbands who gathered to chat in French cafes, then the lady you walk the chariot keng leng.
Then she turned the car more consistent to catch her husband is still second immersed with warm scented water. Claude did not forget Bourrin leisurely recounted the remarks to small, sometimes vulgar, soldier of the expedition on which the French ladies like flowers that rare childhood in Saigon ...
In the 20 years war, another angle of Saigon Vietnam, the journalist Edith Lederer (now head of AP bureaus in the United Nations), during a visit to Saigon in 2010 were in the Caravelle Hotel, and said: "Van AP's office building is located on Eden. Journalists we sat in Givral, Brodard, say enough about the world and hear the news. "
"Coffee axis" of three restaurant La Pagode, Givral, Brodard was once the press center of Saigon. There, the world's top names in journalism as Peter Arnett, Larry Burrows ... have had time to coffee, waiting and fighting with the hottest information of the Vietnam War. Also in the "coffee axis" that, "Minister Givral" Pham Xuan An was also the year Givral coffee coffee beneath the Associated Press office. He was Time magazine journalist, a best intelligence in Vietnam during the war.
Now no longer La Pagode, Givral also deactivated with Eden Court. But passing the Saigon area was still seeing bright lights and bustle Brodard coffee right fork Dong Khoi - Nguyen cards. Name Brodard still here but the "gu" coffee flavor turned to Gloria Jean's. The Vietnamese, objectivity West merged together the coffee cups. Each year, when the old people of the Vietnam War back many memories of visiting this city, Brodard - Gloria Jean's has raised the very clear in their minds. There, the crowd sat journalists, politicians travel information disturbed Saigon shake hands when the page message to the world.
Besides the cafe attached history, there are old Saigon cafe popular as the other side clear and honest people of this country. Hoang Huu Phuoc teacher training in childhood remembered holding a coffee cup to buy the parent of Indonesia. He said: "She all full tennis for the coffee powder embedded comments, racket up and down and then pour a cup of coffee. She finished serving boiling water, cover and continue to tennis. My dad addicted, addicted to my grandfather as well. "
Indonesia Nightlife day located on Nguyen Thien Arts. Both the type of coffee used tennis (also known as "coffee sock" - because female tennis socks for residues) are also rarely seen in Saigon. Later traveled all over, he still remembers the coffee Phuoc tennis day: "It's a mix of cowboys, hot water for cooking, incense smoke passionate the room ...".
Director Wall The old days he was writing science student Saigon want to remember in the old story: "The old woman selling coffee with them but always grinning. She knew every single person likes. Tennis racket out of water for coffee, he always did her constant sales conversation with customers. Nursing In popular restaurant so crowded, there was no seating. Loss aroma of coffee aroma. "
With Wall Method, coffee pavement where he had met the most important film of my life. Once, while looking out to film documentary about the hell out reformed Ba Van, he was the artist of this old reminder of the early morning cup of coffee.
Housing Bau Sen, Mr Ba Van Bau Sen got up early to market coffee and looking at people carrying cotton, fruits and vegetables, sad and happy about winning season failures. Coffee morning has helped the old man's sense of time that the blood flow to flourish in the role.
In Saigon, it was found in toad sidewalk restaurant or take that corner, the masters of literature, poets like Son Nam, Bui Christmas ... sitting next cyclo do the flood. Mr. Hoang Huu Phuoc said: "Christmas In Bui alive, the students or to us my coffee in the alley, facing the temple Nguyen Dinh Chieu Member States and met with him sitting there with your last three or four years each other. Then I saw him give cyclo car right there, sitting shoulder cosh cigarettes called coffee shops. "
Then how about the land and the South came to coffee with writer Son Nam. Life and sweat his tractor, his porters as well from his cup of coffee that goes into each particular line of work Vuong Hong Sen, in each province say the poem, the poet Bui damage to Christmas.
The decade 1960-1970 also Saigon Vietnam cafes unforgettable poor, rough carpentry, which is sometimes cruel in the "oasis" Ma Lang, District 4 of the poor, the miss fire stations, military service evasion including siblings Wanderer, sale dew ...


Deep in the alley smoking hun, hang like a dark solid cafes her Paris, her seven orphanages, age ca In meat. One can only wear large bar sat drinking coffee, lively conversation rumors, draft evasion and presentation design ready to curse everything about heaven and on earth.
Many shop owners do not know half the words sometimes, but always the book available for people who take debit debt. Coffee prices very cheap but who still can not pay the debt. Every few hours innkeeper sighed she heard his hand, her "home trade" in the neighborhood that I can not return. Debit sheet tear away because people had to have lost my unhappiness at the corner alley, head cold that fair ...

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