This weekend we are staying at the Golden Buffalo in my brother’s hotel room in the heart of the old town whilst he is in Bangladesh for a week overseeing progress of cleft palate operations. Peter has brought his travelling guitar to vietnam but has itchy fingers from not playing the piano for 3 weeks. Last night, there beside us, as we ate a delectable meal, was a grand old mahogany piano. The restaurant was quiet ..it was late..I suggested he enquire… so there I was .. sipping my wine on the balcony of an old French restaurant in Old Hanoi with the waitresses lined up swaying and tapping their toes to Peter’s melodic jazz..… I am a romantic again.