Ever since the Pandemic, cherry blossom viewing has been rather restricted. It’s not to say you can’t find a beautiful lone ranger in your neighborhood, nor are there delightful clusters just waiting to be oogled at first thing alone in the morning. I imagine there is some kind of solidarity when you do this–that you and (most likely) the other elderly person on the opposite site won’t tell your secret. You won’t go over the tape, but you will maneuver around in such a way that you are not obstructed from experiencing such a beautiful yearly phenomenon.
This year I lucked out and I was taken to a park by some colleagues. What I really like about this particular group of people is that I never go home feeling less than. I genuinely feel accepted and wanted. I don’t know. Am I lying to myself? Is it time to stare at the hundreds of positive affirmation post-its to stop over-thinking and just accept that maybe some people just like weird ol’ me? I don’t know. It’s a work in progress.
Anyway, since we live near little France, we went to a French park, as in *apparently* the French government pays for it and there are bunnies abound. It was a beautiful, underrated park, probably one of the best I’ve ever been to in Seoul. I particularly liked how interesting it was to see a banner in English and French but not Korean. Hm….
I’m happy I came here to get my fill of the 2021 cherry blossoms. Sunset was a perfect time. I wonder if this is the last time I will be doing this.
Like it? Pin it!