One thing really lacking in Seoul is grass. There are precious few parks with grass and even soccer fields are packed dirt. There is some grass at the palaces. The mountains are green, but grass, forget it.
Since the Lil Buddha is tearing around these days (crawling) it is nice to find her some grass to move on.
There is one interesting park on an island in the Han river which has some grass. There used to be a water treatment plant out there, now it has become a park. I had only been there in the winter, when it looked really barren and forbidding. But in the spring it is quite nice in a post-apocalyptic sort of way. Everything is overgrown and really changes the structures left.
The grass is actually roped off.
But we took the risk and let Lark crawl around. She was looking ridiculously cute, I tell you what...
We weren't the only ones who noticed. Pretty soon photographers ran up and started taking picture after picture.
The woman with the tripod was something else, she had a really manic energy.
This went on for some time. A security guy came along and told us to get off the grass, but the tripod photographer said something to him to shoo him off (I think about the need to take more pictures) and he let us stay until they all were done. Then we had to leave.
I am not sure how Lark will adjust in the U.S. when she is not being photographed constantly.
Since the Lil Buddha is tearing around these days (crawling) it is nice to find her some grass to move on.
There is one interesting park on an island in the Han river which has some grass. There used to be a water treatment plant out there, now it has become a park. I had only been there in the winter, when it looked really barren and forbidding. But in the spring it is quite nice in a post-apocalyptic sort of way. Everything is overgrown and really changes the structures left.
The grass is actually roped off.
But we took the risk and let Lark crawl around. She was looking ridiculously cute, I tell you what...
We weren't the only ones who noticed. Pretty soon photographers ran up and started taking picture after picture.
The woman with the tripod was something else, she had a really manic energy.
This went on for some time. A security guy came along and told us to get off the grass, but the tripod photographer said something to him to shoo him off (I think about the need to take more pictures) and he let us stay until they all were done. Then we had to leave.
I am not sure how Lark will adjust in the U.S. when she is not being photographed constantly.
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