The traffic here is certainly busier than quiet Hoi An. The scooters keep to a moderate speed, but there is a constant parade of them through the narrow streets. Crossing the road here is an adventure in itself. If you wanted to wait for a gap in traffic, you'd never cross the street. In order to move, you just have to step into the stream and let drivers weave around you as you make it one step at a time to the other side. It's nice that by midday Molly had stopped saying, "We're gonna die" every time we entered the traffic flow. I'd love to video tape us crossing, but I worry the distraction would be terribly bad for so many.
The Old Quarter streets are divided into shopping themes; shoes, electronics, clothes, silk, jewelry, etc. So this morning, thanks to George's growth spurt, we needed to find shoes. It wasn't hard to identify shoe street and he quickly settled on a pair of Nikes for $40. He bought the ones in the top row, 6th form the left.
So, in case you're wondering, they're learning lots.