I was only allowed to stay in Saigon for 48 hours
and within the area cordoned off by the police. For similar reasons I had to fly
out without the opportunity to explore the rest of the country. Nevertheless my
memories of pre-war Saigon are ones of elegance with French culture much in
evidence. The hotel had a veranda on which to drink coffee after a meal and I
would sit entranced by the elegance of the Vietnamese women. Their dresses
consisted of an ankle length smock slit up to the waist and underneath were
pantaloons, in a vividly contrasting colour, which were visible as they walked.
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