The sun kissed the woman’s cheeks. She turned to me with a sigh and indicated the splendid spectacle. “It’s a Mediterranean light, right?” She was being polite of course. It was as if to say, “Welcome to Korea! It’s not so different, is it?”
I nodded appreciatively, but we both knew that it – that lingering, sensual sunset – was pure, undiluted Korean. The kind of light that the peninsula enjoys from the hustle of capital Seoul in the north all the way down
