As we walked out of our hotel in the morning, we were “mobbed” by about 5 women at the gate, all vying with each other to give us their calling cards. They turned out to be laundry women and their promise was a 4 hour return service. Hoi An is an interesting little trading-town-turned-tailoring-town, its UNESCO heritage status notwithstanding. This is a vendor I met at the central market with whom I had an interesting conversation in sign language and wild gesturing. At the end of the interaction, I had still not figured out what she was selling.