Duras "Lover" wrote: "The noise in the city is very loud and deafening. The room was dark, surrounded by the constant noise of the city. There was no glass embedded in the windows, only curtains and shutters. On the curtains, you could see the intricate figure of people walking on the sidewalk in the sun outside. " As I wake up early in the morning on the balcony of Fanwulao Street Hotel. Pham Ngu Lao Street will undoubtedly become the first destination. It is the busiest place in Saigon, like a "United Nations" gathering Backpackers of all skin colors; the streets are vertical and horizontal, lined with inns, shops, restaurants, bars, cafes and local specialties; almost all open buses will choose it. As a stop. Fan Wu Lao Street is the old city of Ho Chi Minh City, where the lives of local people are at a glance: barefoot drivers waiting for "receivers" on motorcycles say: "Hello, motuo"; plastic stools on the roadside, a few young people wearing slippers with dark chests, drinking beer or tea, watching the passers-by silently, letting the time pass between fingers, not begging for drunken life and death, just asking for it. In the morning, Fanwulao Street is full of the fragrance of sticks and coffee, full of French petty bourgeoisie. Tourists here always like to dress up as casual lover and wander in the street. Some tourists wear vest, jeans and flip-flops, and sometimes sit down and read a newspaper or newspaper. People drink a cup of tea and try to be part of it. After putting the luggage in place, I had some breakfast at the hotel and started the day's journey. I found a gold shop with a slightly higher exchange rate and converted it into a Vietnamese shield. It instantly turned into a millionaire and was confused by the current figures, so that I rented a motorcycle and gave him an extra "0" denomination.