We finally arrived in Huế in the late afternoon and were ravenous. We found a place to eat then walked around after dark. Unfortunately I didn’t take many good photos of this part, including the part where Matt and Brandon were propositioned by cycle rickshaw drivers for “number one ladies for boom boom” and of course, some drugs.
The next morning we rose and went sightseeing at many different royal tombs and the Imperial City. We had rented another private car so we could also visit my grandfather’s grave at the end of the day. For those who don’t know, every though I was born in Sài Gòn, both of my parents are from Huế. Unhurried, majestic, romantic Huế.
My maternal grandfather was a musician teacher. He passed away shortly after the Tết offensive of ’68 and was buried in Huế. I feel sad thinking of how far away his children and grandchildren are; we can rarely visit him. Sylvie was humming a song he wrote as we cleaned up around his grave and burnt incense for him.