On the day we were leaving we took an hour or so to walk through Central Park starting at around 72nd and Central Park West. We were tempted to rent a horse drawn carriage or a pedicab but in the end we decided to hoof it. This may have been our most brilliant idea ever. I can’t imagine getting “driven” through the park, you’d miss the spontaneity of stopping at Strawberry Fields or taking a moment in to watch the rowboats drift by. It seems like a silly way to see the park if you only have a couple of hours.

If we took a pedicab, we probably would never have come across the first annual Korean Food and Culture Festival – “Please come and feel familiar with the various selected Korean foods, cultural recreations and performances.” A thousand times yes, please. Seriously. Of all the days, in all the weeks of my lifetime, I go to New York City when there is a KOREAN FESTIVAL. The FIRST annual Korean festival at that. It’s like the City was calling out, “Kimchee is here! Chap chae! Bulgogi! Follow your nose, Giyen. To the Bandshell Terrace!”

Aside from the food, Paige and I also got to enjoy some traditional music and dancing. While in America, we like to make up little girls to look like Vegas showgirls and dime store hookers for pageants (Have you seen the show Toddlers and Tiaras?), we Koreans like to make little girls look like little Korean dolls.

Though philosophically I think it’s completely weird to put makeup on girls who are 6 or 7 – when they are so obviously lovely already – I can’t help but think these girls look adorable.