Either name for the city is acceptable here. Most people that live here call it Saigon, because that's what they grew up with, no offense to "Uncle Ho". The city is abuzz with motor scooters, horns honking, peddlers, and "side walk cafes". We had a great time walking around the city, first learning how to cross the street in this mayhem, then trying to capture it on video. We had coffee at the Rex Hotel, which is where the journalists and generals stayed during the American War. We also went to the Museum of War Remembrance, which is a testament, along with Pearl Harbor and Hiroshima, to the devastating waste that is war. Back out on the street the people are friendly, seem happy, and definitely now how to cook and eat. They say most of the population is under 35 years old. They sure seem optimistic about the future. Now to tackle some pictures...
a runner up with the children walking up the stairs of the great wall. julie had the president send the planes.
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