I have never felt so at home in a foreign country as I did today squatting amongst piles of used clothing, tossing shirts from side to side to find the best deal at the bottom. In Korea, thrift finds you.
I went to Dongmyo with the intention of finding a vintage store I passed the previous day. Instead I came up on blocks and blocks and blocks of indoor and outdoor tents selling used clothes. I never did get to my originally intended destination, but I’m realizing that’s just the type of city Seoul is.
I came out of the thrift blocks then rows of pet shops then rows of shoe stores to stumble upon one of Seoul’s gates. I don’t think I’ll ever find anything here on purpose.