For a long time, in Hanoi, the travelling merchants rhythmized the day with their cries that looked like melodies. They announced the services or the dishes they offered. A dying soundscape in the name of modernity, regrets the journalist of the "Mekong Review" .
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For a long time, in Hanoi, the travelling merchants rhythmized the day with their cries that looked like melodies. They announced the services or the dishes they offered. A dying soundscape in the name of modernity, regrets the journalist of the "Mekong Review" .