Then at a distance, I saw a group of sketch artists sitting and setting portraits of people. Some families with kids had gathered around them and were getting their portrait made. It reminded me of my days in Hyde Park when I used to stroll around the park with my father. I had got a portrait made there in 1986. It still hangs on one of the walls of my father’s room. I wanted a similar one made. So, I sat in the chair in front of the sketch artist and asked him to start his work. He took his time and merrily did his job etching and drawing the fine lines of my face. Finally, the piece was made and he showed it to me. At first glance, it looked like the Korean version of me with a thinning hairline and oriental eyes. It looked like me but was oriental in its style and structure. Well, so much for the artistic licence. He then neatly placed the portrait in a frame and handed it over to me.