Hoan Kiem Lake in the heart of Hanoi

By Dana Sachs

Hoan Kiem Lake Hanoi beifanchina.com Hanoi is a city of lakes, brought about over the centuries by the Red River's myriad floods, expansions, and diversions. The lakes invested the crowded neighborhoods with light and air and a sense of space that made quite livable what would otherwise be a fairly claustrophobic urban environment. I'd never seen a lake in Hanoi that wasn't necklaced by benches and circled by people out enjoying the view. People fished in them, swam in them, and waded out into them to harvest wild rau muong, a waterborne vegetable that could add a few extra vitamins to a bowl of rice.

Hanoi bridgeHoan Kiem Lake wasn't Hanoi's biggest, or its deepest. It wasn't even the cleanest. But it represented the spiritual heart of the city. It was possible to stroll its circumference in less than thirty minues, but the role it played in Hanoians' sense of their city -- both historically and in the present day -- was enormous. The lake drew people toward it as a body draws breath. I had seen the crowds at the lake on Liberation Day, thousands of revelers on their bicycles and motorbikes, moving slowly, packed tight, endlessly circling the lake. During the wedding season, I'd seen professional photographers snap shots of brides and grooms on the green lawns beside the water. Traditionally, at midnight on the first night of the Tet New Year celebration, the most signiificant moment in Vietnam's year, the smoke cloud of a millioin exploding firecrackers covered the lake like a blanket on a newborn. Hanoians didn't even call Hoan Kiem Lake by its popular name, but used a shorthand term of endearment, bo ho, "the shore of the lake." No one had to ask, which shore? which lake? Bo ho wasn't merely the heart of the city, but its lungs, and mind, and soul as well.

Dana Sachs is the author of The Life We Were Given, House on Dream Street, If You Lived Here, and other popular books.