On the way to Incheon airport on the Seoul metro, I only caught a glimpse of her face, as it had been mostly buried in a book. Her clothes and suitcases were earthier in style than the de facto black jackets and white sneakers that most everyone else was wearing. Her luggage seemed heavy but she moved it effortlessly. In that moment I fell in love with her, and then the doors opened and we all hustled away in the crowd in different directions.
Young stylish father with two sons on vespa in Hanoi, Lunar New Year 2018
A continuation of the romantic mood. How should time be spent?