One wonders just what witty banter might come with coat, a frock or blouse from the Pun Shop, in the Old Quarter in Hanoi. I am not quite sure but it seems like those are plastic palms gracing ( or would that be dis-gracing) the elegant first floor balcony.

My siingle pun in Vietnam,  based on the practice of standing around talking and eating roast watermelon seeds during Tet, the Vietnamese New Year, was ah, so that is called Tet a Tet. This fell so completely flat, was so inexplicable, that I am not surprised to find that the locals must buy puns from shops, though what they do with them later is a mystery.