Had a walk over to The Continental yesterday to tick off a small bucket list item: a cocktail at the favored watering hole of spies and war correspondents alike during the Vietnam War. Or as they call it around these parts, the American War.
Beautiful hotel. Probably a lot flashier than it used to be. It was weird sitting there sipping on my Margarita across the street from a Louis Vitton and a Hermes store. BMWs and Porsches everywhere. It was like the war had turned out very differently to how it actually did.