Knock Knock

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I’ve always liked brick.  But sometimes you need an afternoon wander through a big-city village North of the stream to discover doors intrigue you too.  And door knockers. 

Thanks, Bukchon.  You were my favourite part of Seoul.   

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I’ve always liked brick.  But sometimes you need an afternoon wander through a big-city village North of the stream to discover doors intrigue you too.  And door knockers. 

Thanks, Bukchon.  You were my favourite part of Seoul.   

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Okay, so this isn’t a door, or a door knocker.  But I love that it’s a mailbox that looks kind of like a bird house.  Because I also love birds…

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This knocker was spotted the same day (you know, that ’once you start noticing something, you see it everywhere’ thing…), but in the subway station, of all places.

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I wished I could sneak inside this old hanok house, slip back in time for the afternoon, and share a pot of tea with someone Korean and wise.

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Up next…a timely tidbit on my trip to the DMZ–the barbed-wire land buffer that separates North and South Korea.  Glad I saw it when I did–things are getting a little tense up there.

Then it’s back to reporting on life in Busan, where I’ve been back for over a week already.  Three months in now…new home, same girl.

Thanks for reading, everyone!



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