Not long ago I visited my Brooklynite friend for the weekend in a neighboring Korean city of some size. To reach the entrance of the building where he lives, we had to pass through, ostensibly, a kind of garden/courtyard throughout which were dispersed western style tables, chairs, and round stools made from the stumps of trees that had some of the roughness sanded off, and a coat of lacquer applied. The evening was clear and the temperature was mild, but nobody was enjoying the lovely outdoors in this sort of spacious exterior room, which in France or the States would have been crowded on such a pleasant night as this one.

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