My weekly Sunday explorations are intriguing to say the least. Wandering up and down the worn out -but lively! - alleys of Busan, I find the most obscure things: brittle and painfully detailed works of art, sitting inconspicuous on back cornerstore shelves. Tiny herds of little old women, brewing strange soups and roasting chestnuts on outdoor firepits. Litters of newborn wild kittens, peeping hopefully up at me as I pass by - I'm sorry! I'm not your mama!
Of course, all this may be precisely what one would expect to see while wandering the back streets of South Korea, but the thing is, Korea is so much more unpredictable than that. Because just when you think you've effectively removed yourself from the touristy world of your Spongey-adjacent Haeundae beach apartment, finally immersed in the true, untainted world of rich Korean culture, you run into this:
... and you can't help but wonder why right here, displayed precariously on a thin wire hanger in the far left corner of an all-Korean linen and sock shop, seemed like a good place to sell a Montreal Expos sweater.
Dear Korea; you are a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.
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