Day Eight, Part Two: The My Son Sanctuary and the Old Town of Hoi An
Whenever the river begins to swell, everything in the ground floor of the house has to be hauled to the upper floors through the ceiling by means of a pulley system.
Down the street is a weaver’s shop where silk cloth is made. The cocoons of silk worms are on display,
as are the looms once used to make the cloth.
Motorized looms are still in use at the shop, but, if you want to see and hear those, you have to subscribe to the photo album that accompanies this blog.
Different nationalities had their own districts in Hoi An. The Chinese district is centered on a large meeting hall, the Assembly Hall of the Chaozhou Chinese Congregation,
where large incense coils are constantly burning. Considering how long it took me to make one small incense stick the other day, I think I’ll forego making one of these large cones, which are said to burn for three straight months (!).
The Japanese district was adjacent to the Chinese district and reached by a distinctive bridge built in the 1590s but now heavily damaged and in the process of being restored.
Later that afternoon, I left the old quarter of Hoi An to freshen up for the evening’s event: the Hoi An Memories show. The gray-haired man I’m following in the video below is Mr. Loi, my personal guide here in Hoi An.
Hoi An, with its timeless allure and captivating heritage, is renowned for its ancient town. However, beyond the bustling streets lies a world of tranquility and authenticity in its countryside and villages. In this blog post, we will embark on a journey to explore the hidden gems that showcase the true essence of Hoi An.