Taedonggang

— During my third trip to Korea, one morning I reached the peak of Moranbong on foot and looked into the distance in all directions: The whole city of Pyongyang was bathed in the bright, rosy rays of the morning sun, with the Taedonggang flowing quietly like a blue ribbon, and magnificent buildings and a forest of trees, with the golden leaves of late autumn, greeted the eye everywhere. The formerly desolate eastern bank of the Taedonggang had become part of the city proper.