Tuesday was a lazy day in Seoul. We got coffee, walked around, ate, browsed shops. My legs were still sore, so we took the afternoon off and hung out at the guesthouse. That evening for dinner, we met a blogger J. had been in touch with. She had been living in Seoul for four years, and had a lot of advice and stories to share. She also introduced us to a wonderful local restaurant we wouldn’t have known about otherwise.
Greens drying in the sun.
Blue trim, red door.
Another garden spider.
Looking over rooftops.
Old lady walking down hill.
Poster shop of K-Pop.
Monk in a rush to get somewhere.
Chilies drying by a garage door.
Cloths drying outside a salon.
Soup of massive, delicious dumplings.
J. outside a store.
A symbol from peaceful to hateful, simply by rotating the camera 45°.
Inside a restaurant that only served two dishes: steamed pork and kimchi stew.
The pork was spicy, supple and delicious.
The soup was spicy and soupy.
Two good Korean meals and relaxing are fine by me, especially when they allow time for legs to recover. I needed to save my energy for one last day of Seoul adventure.