Saigon wakes up purple and goes to sleep orange.
It has its beauty but, unfortunately, I think it’s the smog that makes it happen. Loads of people wearing masks as they ride on scooters, walk around or work on the road side from a small cart. The irony and the addiction (I’ve been there) is that some will pull the mask down to smoke a cigarette.
So it’s hazzy like a winter inversion in Boise but warmer, much warmer.