It was, again, surprisingly cool this morning. The thermometer on my watch, which was left on my balcony for ten minutes, read 22 degrees Celsius. It felt like late spring in New York. But outside, Bangkokians belief winter has arrived.
I decided to go out for breakfast to enjoy the bracing air. Garbed in my usual Sunday tee and shorts, I felt totally under-dressed, compared to the many who were in layers. If it did not feel like winter, it certainly looked like it.