Anagram #1

The capitol of Vietnam is Hanoi. Hoi An, however, is the capitol of tailors.
We arrived at noonish and went for a walk around the ancient city. After snapping the obligatory photos and seeing the compulsory sights I set out for the day's mission: To find myself a high quality, reasonably priced tailor and have some suits made. I browsed among the hundreds of available choices and found one suitable* candidate: Vu Thun, quite close to my hotel. After taking measures and picked fabrics, I left, having ordered a classic three-piece in dark grey, an off-white linen number, an overcoat and two shirts. US$225 for the whole enchilada.
Hoi An is a small, old and very relaxed town. Tailors and restaurants are everywhere to be found, and Annika, Isa and I tested a very cosy one, where we dug in on ten different dishes, all of which tasted between good and excellent. Except for the soup, that is. There's something in the Vietnamese broth that I just can't take.
As the town is small, the topography is flat and the countryside is just around the corner, Hoi An is a great place for renting bikes. We took in the scenery from the saddle, and when we got back it was about time to get into our greenest gear; March had passed its peak and turned 17, so St Patrick's Day was celebrated.
Unfortunately Hoi An, for reasons unknown, does not, I repeat, not, have an Irish pub around the corner. No Guinness were to be found, but at least we had a good barbecue and several local LaRue beer. And Before&Now had happy hour till late and played Radiohead, Muse and Ocean Colour Scene, to name a few.
Hoi An also has a river, which leads to the sea. As Chez once again had reached the same place as I, we spent a good deal of time at the beach and in the refreshing water.
Before leaving this charming settlement, I returned to my tailor, coughed up the agreed upon amount and stuffed my bag with tightly packed suits and coats, since shipping them home would cost about half of the item's cost extra.
As the night fell and hunger set in, we steered our rented bikes to a very picturesque riverside slow food eatery. Grilled fish in banana leaves, an amazing view of the sparsely lit river and a pastis completed the evening.
*) Pun intended