A rainy day in Saigon. Strolling around on a busy Monday. Lost in the rain, spirit as drenched as my T-Shirt, impatience rattling like little ants down my spine. That’s when I found a pearl of French colonial influence in Saigon, “La Notre Dame de Saigon.” I do love, diversity. Right on the next block was the People’s Central Committee Building and the Revolutionary Museum. Seconds later I had Notre Dame in front of me, not long after I passed by a KFC… All tendencies, all creeds in Ho Chi Minh..