I wake up, slightly hungover from too much wine and lasagna, but happy enough to be starting the first full week of the lunar new year. Going about my business, checking to see if the Democrats might have found an answer to the neverending Obama/Clinton debacle and seeing Doris Lessing in a whole new light, pottering about the house, drinking coffee, checking out mongdori, when scribblings of the metropolitician and the marmot’s hole caught my eye.
Namdaemun burnt down?
Namdaemun burnt down?
Namdaemun burnt down?
It’s a terrible, unbelievable thing and what’s even worse is that it seems it may be arson. Euna and I are shocked, the oldest wooden building left in Seoul is gone and it’s a huge shame.
Bye, bye Namdaemun….
