Yesterday we walked by this shop that sold ancient gimmicks like post-war lamps and clocks, they had medals and all kinds of signs. The owner told us that some of the stuff is from the US and some of it from Germany. We chatted about this and that and he told us to check out this old market. It was on our list, but we had dismissed it for an old village that we wanted to see.
After a lazy breakfast we took the bus that the owner had told us about and drove around for about three quarters of an hour. There are still so many parts of Seoul that I haven't seen yet, so many streets and neighbourhoods that I've never been to, and yet, sitting in the back of the forty-two in Busan made me wonder. They say Seoul is the navel of the world, but is it really?
We got off at Jagalchi, the fresh fish market that I refused to go to, and turned right the opposite way towards the Gukje Market. We passed a few streets that reminded me of Myeong-dong with all the tourists and street restaurants. On the other side we found a funny place to stay. We were given a themed room with utterly sophisticated writings on the walls. Oh well, why not.
In the evening we went to the so-called book store street. It's an alley with used-book shops left and right, there must be around fifty of them. Unfortunately, most of them were closed by the time we got there, but we still made our round. I saw a book that would help my Korean, but the lady asked for double the price that it cost twenty years ago. I still think about it. I should've bought it.
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