Every Tuesday, a line of EZ-up tents appears two doors down on my block, and a small sidewalk market is set up. They sell fresh produce, seafood and the occasional item of clothing or electronics.
Here we have generously sized squid, once a rare delicacy, now common fare due to modern fishing techniques, and skate, usually served raw.
As the sun starts to go down, so do the tents. Everything will be loaded into box trucks and set up again tomorrow in another neighborhood. But don't worry, they'll be back again next Tuesday!
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Ahhh, Korea. Out of one side of your mouth, you say 'We want to be more friendly and available to foreigners'. Out of the other side you say 'Stay the eff out of our country'.
Honestly, in five years, I have never had any trouble in Korea with racism or anything like that. I do, however, notice the 'Oh we want the rest of the world to love us...from a distance!' attitude everywhere I go. You can't have both, Korea!
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