Hanoi's Mannequins

I spent most of my three days in Hanoi within its historic quarter. The street life was very diverse, busy and colorful. People standing, walking. Selling. Squat and have a Coke.

But what seemed a bit out of place were the mannequins. In very modern clothes stores, encased in French colonial buildings. Dilapidated façades. Inside, an over population of adolescent mannequins. Silent chaperons. Distant stares.

Orphaned, begging one to come in. Take us with you. Please.
Surreal. Haunting.