This weekend was another of fun and interesting things happening in Seoul. What did I do? Visited a French festival complete with a skinny little Pere Noel in the French Quarter of Seoul.
First of all, what?! Seoul has a French Quarter?
Anyways, there were a bunch of tables set up selling everything from French wine to mulled wine, duck pate and bleu cheese. To my great surprise, I could understand a lot of the French being spoken - but trying to think of French words to respond, I could only come up with Spanish. Close enough, right?
I ended up buying a big package of specialty sausages (the breakfast type) and an imported hot mustard from France. It is strange how much I miss food from home - at least Seoul has places where, if you look hard enough, you can find these things. So what if they're rediculously expensive.
Speaking of expenses, we went out on Saturday night. Suddenly it was 5 am and I had no money left. Whoops. What happened in the interim? Couldn't say... Weekends in Seoul... sigh!
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Yeah! We are everywhere! Vive la diaspora française!
Today, Korea, tomorrow, the world!
oliver cortex
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