The fall I wanted has arrived in Seoul, and it feels deliriously wonderful to walk in the crispness and feel your body creating heat to affront the chill.
However, and there always is a however somewhere in my life, I have been feeling this photo so acutely the past few days. One afternoon this summer I took the train from Menton to Antibes and spent about an hour and a half at the Picasso museum, which as Picasso museums go, is not better than the ones in Paris and Barcelona. But it was a glorious afternoon of sun, sun, and more sun and when I looked out those windows, all I could see was the chateau wall and the azure Mediterranean beyond it. It was a scene of serenity, which doesn’t seem to be a particularly prized state of mind in Seoul.
