8/14 Cliche

It feels cliche, but I try to get lost once a week.  On those light days when I have a few hours to spare I take a turn into a small street with no name.  Invariably, I find a different world.  A different side of HCMC.  Today it was right behind my house.  A little maze of tightly packed houses the size of closets and streets the size of sidewalks.  They opened up suddenly to reveal a tennis club with an elegant restaurant that even advertised yoga classes and a gym.