An old soul in Seoul

At least that's how I felt.  I didn't like it here - not the last time, or the four times before that...  It's not the prettiest city by any means; the traffic congestion terrible, and the alphabet perplexing.  But now that I have spent a few Saturdays here and there, forced to extend my visit after long business meeting Fridays (I can never seem to catch the 8pm flight backi to HK) - a part of me, albeit a slightly tired-from-talking-to-clients-all-day soul, has bloomed and blossomed, as I criss-walked the city all day.

Roundabout near City Hall:

   

Love Korean kimonos; they're poofy and colorful.

All looks healthy at the local wet market Gwangjang - except for the piggy snout (even I had to squeal ! )

After washing lunch down with a hearty bowl of handmade somen noodles at the Gwangjang market; I took a stroll around Jongmyo park, the royal ancestral shrine of the Joseon dynasty:

The game of the park is 'go'; not 'chess'; I think I still prefer Othello.