Hanoi

Motorbike rivers, sidewalk pho, and a train that rattles through someone's living room.

Hanoi taught me to eat where the plastic stools are lowest. I learned to cross the road by simply trusting the flow, sipped egg coffee on a rooftop above the Old Quarter, and took the slow route out to Halong Bay where limestone giants rose out of the fog. This is a city best understood with your stomach.