And goodbye to all our new friends at the noodle stalls lined up on the roadside just around the corner from where we were staying.
A few mornings of breakfasts there and we were regulars. With a choice of Pho Ga (chicken noodle soup), Pho Tofu (noodle soup with, yes, tofu) or Banh Cuon (rolled rice pancakes) from the three ladies cooking at the stalls and a bar for coffee just across the road, this was good eating.
Little Missy also enjoyed herself, getting whisked away by the drinks lady - that's her, on the left - to sit at the corner and be cooed at, clucked over and her mother queried whether she had dressed the child warmly enough!
Breakfasts back in Ireland just aren't the same.
She looks so happy!! There's nothing quite like being the centre of attention. Gorgeous :)