Pratico lo street food (il mangiare per strada quello che la tradizione locale ti offre) come una religione, e anche qui in Korea non ho potuto astenermi: sto gustando veramente di tutto, e con eccellente soddisfazione. Un encomio solenne per alcuni spiedini di manzo che hanno meritato l’applauso a scena aperta, dei waffles a forma di pesce ripieni di fagioli rossi caramellati, e delle patate saltate con un sugo di maiale che hanno fatto da rimbocco del breakfast dopo aver girato in lungo e in largo Buchon Hanock.

Mi astengo invece quasi totalmente da qualsiasi acquisto, ricordino o souvenir che non sia improntato alla contingente necessita’.

E’ stato il caso ieri, mentre arrancavo su una salita che avrebbe fatto bestemmiare Coppi, ho visto la segnalazione di un posto che stampava tessuti con procedimenti e colori naturali: mi son comprato due fazzoletti stampati a mano di colori decisamente poco ortodossi. Non vedo l’ora di scaccolarmi nel prossimo meeting, ovvio.

Foto? Pesci, patate e fazzoletti …

   


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It has been more than fifty years since I began traveling across the world — and the seven seas — for work or for pleasure, always with a Leica M camera close at hand. The camera has never been an accessory; it has been a constant companion, a way of observing, remembering, and making sense of the places and people I encountered along the way. I started keeping this kind of journal some time ago, not as a diary in the traditional sense, but as a space where images and words could meet. This is not a publication driven by schedules or algorithms. At times I disappear for long stretches; then, inevitably, I return with semi-regular updates. Publishing, for me, is a mirror of my state of mind and emotions. It follows my rhythm, not the other way around. You have to take it exactly as it comes. Every photograph you see here is mine. They are fragments of a life spent moving, looking, and waiting for moments to reveal themselves — often quietly, sometimes unexpectedly. This blog is not about destinations, but about presence. About what remains when the journey slows down and the shutter finally clicks.

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