Last day--in the rain: a locked palace...colors of food...a German/Korean moment...bright caffeinated lights...thoughts at the end of four weeks...

My final full-day in Korea--this was 'Morning in Bukchon:'

A coffee-to-go from around the corner...(a walking dream for an ex-Seattlite in Seoul!)

...and then a stroll under sycamores and ginkgoes along old palace walls:

The leafy canopy offered slight protection from the rain, which alternated between drizzle and blustery downpours all morning...

My goal was Chang-gyong-gung Palace, a place I visited when I was 7 years old; I still have vivid memories of that late winter day. Chang-gyong-gung was called Chang-gyong-WON back then--'won' meaning 'garden' instead of 'gung' meaning 'palace...' During the Japanese occupation, this royal palace was 'demoted' by having some of its building razed, and then a zoo (!) and botanical gardens were installed on its grounds--even kiddie-rides! In the mid-80's, the grounds and buildings were finally restored...

Across the street from the Palace is the new Cancer Care section of Seoul National University Hospital...out front was this 'negative' sculpture, which I thought was pretty cool:

...I would end up spending time inside this hospital, because the Palace was CLOSED! My guidebook and several websites said that Changgyongung is closed on Tuesdays...but the gate sign said 'Mondays.' So much for my nostalgia-re-visit...But I noticed through the glass façade of the hospital that there were public areas on the upper floors--a café, even! So, in I went...and the drizzle became a downpour, so it was good timing...

So, from the 5th-floor café terrace, I pieced together this panorama with my iPhone:

Outer gate, inner gate, Throne Hall--typical Joseon dynasty architecture...the outer gate dates from its re-construction in the 1600's--one of the oldest remaining wooden structures in Seoul...

After I took the photos, I saw that there were stairs to a roof terrace on the 6th floor,

a slightly better view, so up I went, with the umbrella:

...and then back down to street level...

...peeking through the gates; 'the locked gates of childhood memory,' perhaps? You can peep through, but you can't return...

...afterwards, while walking in a reflective mood,

couldn't help but take a picture of this reflection of yet

another palace gate:

With five royal palaces in its historic center,

Seoul is a city of grand gates and picturesque walls..

This is the secondary east gate to Kyong-bok-gung palace, across the street from my next destination--

a place to read and dry out--this little underground bookstore/café--one of the best spots in Seoul for English (and even a few French and German) titles about Korea:

And then--lunchtime! (my last lunch in Seoul!) One of the bookstore employees recommended a place back up in the Samcheongdong section of Bukchon, that serves traditional Korean meals in courses...

Now, I know that there have been many food photos in this blog the past few weeks--you would be forgiven for thinking that my wife and I are 'foodies'--but we're NOT! At least, not in the gluttonous sense--we eat to live, instead of the other way around. (Proof being that I've LOST weight on this trip! Lots of walking, and lots of vegetables cooked in low-fat traditionally Korean ways.) But...But, Korean food is just so COLORFUL and at times 'scary'...so now that I've explained myself a bit--food photos.

First course--a little bowl of hot pumpkin porridge:

...and then this beautiful appetizer assortment...the pinkish disks in the center of the 9-compartment dish are thin slices of pickled radish, which you use as 'wraps'--kind of like mini crunchy vegetal crêpes--for the delicately textured fillings, which included julienned omelette, tofu, carrot, seaweed, seasoned beef, and some other vegetables. This is 'royal-style' cuisine--similar to what was served in the palaces nearby...

...and THEN--the 'main course' of rice, wild mushroom-clam-and-tofu-stew, and a pan-seared little fishie, along with kimchi and various banchan--side dishes:

Such a variety of textures, colors, and flavors--it's satisfying without being overly filling...But a post-lunch walk is always good, so off to explore parts of Bukchon I'd not been to yet...

A random rabbit:

 ...and a gallery window:

...Samcheongdong's leafy curving main street, lined with hanok, boutiques, cafés...gentrification with all its pros and cons...check out the Buddhist monk in traditional clothing waiting to cross the street...

...and this guy with the long hair à la chinoise--an actor on a period drama set?--on his cell-phone...

...fun use of stacked roof-tiles in this wall:

...a dash of French color on this bakery wall; Seoul is really into macarons...

...up and down in this hilly neighborhood...

..a view over Samcheongdong, with the leafy hill surrounding the Prime Minister's official residence; this area has been a government-neighborhood for over six centures..

...and then, after a long afternoon, back to 'my' hanok...

...one last afternoon to enjoy its quiet garden:

...with a snack: a cup of ubiquitous instant café-con-leche and a ring of tteok (rice-cake)...

"Mit-jee," the resident rabbit, decided to join me:

...then, evening--dinner-time...just down the road, this steaming hole-in-the-wall caught my eye...and nose:

...specializing in freshly hand-made mandu (dumplings--think 'gyoza' or 'wontons') and North-Korean-style naeng-myeon--chewy buckwheat noodles served with a spicy sauce and sliced vegetables in an ice-cold radish broth...

And here is where I had my German/Korean moment...At a neighboring table, a woman noticed that I was looking at the menu on the wall, reading it along with my iPhone dictionary app...Assuming that I was a foreigner (correctly assuming), she asked me if I was an English teacher--I said that no, but that I do teach Spanish and French...she spoke some English, but then it came up that she had lived in Berlin, so I asked her, in German, if she spoke German...She seemed surprised, then delighted to be able to speak auf Deutsch--I was surprised and delighted too! Fun to communicate beyond the rudimentary! My German, such as it is, is better than my Korean...kind of sad, really, but true...At any rate, it was fun to dig up a language that I've not used in ages...Her German was better than her English, and my German is better than my Korean...

Ahh, German...on my linguistic backburner, along with Korean...

After dinner, another walk--my last night in Seoul, so I wanted to be out and about in the city lights a bit...caught this glimpse of a Buddhist priest getting his dinner in a temple basement:

...before going futther, I gotta say that for taking point-and-shoot night-time photos, the iPhone is pretty amazing...

Some scenes along Cheong-gye-cheon stream:

...fun light-art...

....and some caffeination--I'd been wanting to take some photos to show the various names of local multi-story coffee-chains, which are EVERYwhere...

Here's 'Holly's:'

...and then on this night-market street, several more:

"Coffine Gurunaru." (Huh?)

A couple of weeks ago, I posted 'God in a cup," so why not 'Angel in us?"

Aww, isn't it romantic--'a twosome place'...

...an Italian touch here in the Far East:

...this one's hard to make out, but it specializes in serving 'Singapore toast,' whatever that is...

...and another Italian name:

...and the prosaically-named American chain "Coffee Bean" is a fixture here in Korea's capital as well:

One can see why this city's citizens are wired for night-life:

...this place is not a coffeeshop, but I liked the back-to-back verbs:

...appropriate for the end of a trip.

Lots of thoughts/memories/feelings swirling around this month, and especially today--almost a physical sensation in my throat and chest at times this morning--not a bad thing, but definitely present...pretentious sounding, perhaps, but 'Proustian' comes to mind...sights sounds tastes smells--all reminding me of the past and of loved ones, either elderly now or gone...and of my own 'youth'--now that I'm past the halfway point of 'threescore years and ten,' I'm no longer really 'young'...(?)

'Teach me how to count my days...' wrote the Psalmist...

One of the thoughts that weighs most on my mind/heart is that I've arrived at this age, after 'mastering' (more or less, for practical teaching, if not 'professional interpreter's purposes') French and Spanish, but I STILL cannot communicate effectively in Korean...

'Had we but world enough and time...' Alas...

Being 'cut off' from family and background--at least from half of myself, if that makes any sense--it's weird how that fact can be 'compartmentalized' for so long, but resurface from time to time, especially during this stay...

'The limits of my language mean the limits of my world,' wrote Wittgenstein, an Austrian philosopher...I hate that it includes the limits of one's family as well...

Anyway, that's what's swimming around in my mind as I sit on the papered floor in this Bukchon hanok...wondering when/if/ (and to whom) I might return to Korea...Eighteen years since my last visit: too long...

It is WAY after midnight, and I need to catch the airport bus in the morning...

...signing off, then,

   from Bukchon, Seoul, Korea...