TRAVELLIVE 12-2016
Christmas is coming with the Jingle Bell’s song played at every corner of the capital. In the early morning, I walk to the post office, holding some handmade cards filled with sweet wishes for my loved ones. Christmas is always the best time to spread love and I feel like a young child waiting for it. People wait in long lines at the post office. I join the line, waiting for my turn to send some postcards abroad. In front of me are two cute boys nestling behind their mother. The younger one, about 9 years old, is telling his brother “Santa Claus will give gifts to me because I am nicer than you. You haven’t prepared gifts for dad, not to mention that your letter doesn’t have a stamp on it.” The little boy loses his train of thought, holding his letter higher to see where the stamp is. He keeps it for a while that I see his lovely writing “To my bearded dad”. Perhaps, the stamp has been lost somewhere on the way here or his mother forgot to stick it on his letter. “Hey boy, it’s for you”, I put my hand in my pocket, found a stamp and gave it to the boy. The two boys looked at me and hesitantly took it after their mother nodded to them. They expressed their gratitude and smiled happily, knowing that their letters would be delivered to their beloved dad. Leaving the post office, I still hope that their father could come home to celebrated Christmas with his family. After all, the most valued Christmas gifts are sharing moments with friends and family. Travellive would like to express our gratitude to our partners and readers for being a part of our journeys. We wish you a merry Christmas!
Christmas is coming with the Jingle Bell’s song played at every corner of the capital. In the early morning, I walk to the post office, holding some handmade cards filled with sweet wishes for my loved ones. Christmas is always the best time to spread love and I feel like a young child waiting for it.
People wait in long lines at the post office. I join the line, waiting for my turn to send some postcards abroad. In front of me are two cute boys nestling behind their mother. The younger one, about 9 years old, is telling his brother “Santa Claus will give gifts to me because I am nicer than you. You haven’t prepared gifts for dad, not to mention that your letter doesn’t have a stamp on it.”
The little boy loses his train of thought, holding his letter higher to see where the stamp is. He keeps it for a while that I see his lovely writing “To my bearded dad”. Perhaps, the stamp has been lost somewhere on the way here or his mother forgot to stick it on his letter. “Hey boy, it’s for you”, I put my hand in my pocket, found a stamp and gave it to the boy. The two boys looked at me and hesitantly took it after their mother nodded to them. They expressed their gratitude and smiled happily, knowing that their letters would be delivered to their beloved dad.
Leaving the post office, I still hope that their father could come home to celebrated Christmas with his family. After all, the most valued Christmas gifts are sharing moments with friends and family.
Travellive would like to express our gratitude to our partners and readers for being a part of our journeys. We wish you a merry Christmas!
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fashion<br />
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hã nhµng vµ an lµnh, Mercure Bana<br />
Hills French Village Æ≠a bπn Æ’n mÈt<br />
vÔng Ɔt hoµn toµn xa lπ: vıa †m ∏p<br />
vÌi nÈi th†t gÁ phËi cÔng c∏c gam<br />
mµu Æ· n©u, vµng x∏m; vıa tr«m læng qua nh˜ng phi’n Æ∏<br />
mosaic, c∏c t∏c ph»m ngh÷ thuÀt tinh t’, vµ ng´i nhµ thÍ Æ∆c<br />
tr≠ng phong c∏ch Baroque...<br />
Bπn sœ bæt g∆p h◊nh ∂nh mÈt n≠Ìc Ph∏p thÍi Trung cÊ khi t∂n<br />
bÈ gi˜a d∑y l©u Ƶi uy nghi, trn khu qu∂ng tr≠Íng kho∏ng<br />
Æπt, nh˜ng con ng‚ nh· l»n khu†t h÷t nh≠ trong thin ti”u thuy’t<br />
Notre-Dame de Paris (Nhµ thÍ ß¯c Bµ Paris) cÒa Victor Hugo.<br />
ß©u Æ„ lµ h◊nh ∂nh nµng Esmäralda Æãp nh≠ s∏ng Gi∏ng sinh<br />
trong ∏nh mæt ng≠Íi vÚ c´ng cÒa Æoµn di‘u hµnh, vµ trong nÙ<br />
c≠Íi c´ g∏i b∏n hµng c„ Æ´i m∏ h©y hÂng v◊ lπnh...<br />
T«m chi“u, ng´i lµng nh· trÎ nn nhÈn nhp h¨n khi xu†t hi÷n<br />
c∏c chÛ h“ nghch ngÓm ch‰c ghão du kh∏ch. ßıng qun t˘<br />
th≠Îng cho m◊nh tÛi hπt dŒ rang khi dπo b≠Ìc trn con Æ≠Íng<br />
Æ∏, læng nghe giai Æi÷u Feliz Navidad, nh©m nhi t∏ch espresso<br />
Î qu∏n Cafä Postal hay ghä qua qu«y bar Sur Le Fil chim<br />
ng≠Ïng hoµng h´n.<br />
SOFTLY AND PEACEFULLY, Mercure Bana Hills French Village<br />
brings you to a strange land which is both cozy with wooden<br />
interiors, burgundy and goldenrod decorations, nostalgic<br />
mosaic stones, sophisticated art, and a Baroque church.<br />
You will find a France from the Middle Ages while strolling<br />
down among the majestic castles, spacious square, and small<br />
hidden lanes which look like the ones in Notre-Dame de Paris<br />
by Victor Hugo. Somewhere in the eyes of a dancer in the<br />
parade or in the smiles of a saleswoman with cheeks pinkened<br />
by the cold weather, you will see Esmäralda who is as beautiful<br />
as a Christmas morning<br />
In the afternoon, the small village gets busier with mischievous<br />
clowns teasing travelers. Don't forget to treat yourself to a bag<br />
of roast chestnuts while walking on the stone paths, listening to<br />
Feliz Navidad, sipping a cup of espresso at Postal cafä, and<br />
visiting the Sur Le Fil bar to admire the sunset.<br />
MERCURE BANA HILLS FRENCH VILLAGE<br />
An Son, Hoa Ninh, Hoa Vang, Da Nang<br />
Creative Director: Phan Cac Truc<br />
Photographer: Lee Nguyen<br />
Model: ßo Hai Anh<br />
M.U.A: Ruan Nguyen<br />
Stylist: Kha Le<br />
Costumes: Designer Cong Tri, Valenciani,<br />
Miss Selfridge & Dorothy Perkins<br />
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