The furniture is a beautiful, wonderful place. It ended up being my favourite place.The museum is also a restaurant available for private gatherings. Unfortunately, no cameras are allowed inside, so I don't have any pictures. It costs $20/ person and is only available by appointment, but it is worth every penny. We lucked out in that no other English speakers signed up for the same time, and we got a private tour. The docent that showed us around was slightly disappointed that Justin and I already knew so much about Korean furniture. Even still I learned plenty, like that fathers often planted a certain tree when a daughter was born that grew so that when the daughter was of marriageable age, a chest could be made from the tree.
The house is a hanok brought to it's current location. I wondered how it was done, if it was brought totally whole, or if they had dismantled it and reassembled it like the flat pack from hell. The docent did confirm that they did take the building apart to move it. The docent also took pride that at the recent G20 summit in Seoul, they had been visited by some nation leaders. "Oh, like Obama?" She said no, sadly that it was more their wives that visited. "Oh, so like Michelle Obama?" She looked even sadder and shook her head, no not Michelle Obama. I stopped asking at the point.
We hopped on a bus that seemed to be going in the right direction, but buses are harder to figure out, and we ended up getting off to early and then walked in the wrong direction from the subway station. I was so tired, I hailed a taxi and hopped inside before giving the driver our destination. He in a panic while I was trying to get in where we were going to make sure it was worth his while. Always get in the taxi first, folks.
We went back to Gwangjang market to pick up our hanboks. The hanbok ahjumma was very insistent that we try them on:
After picking up our hanboks, and dragging everything back to the flat, we finally found a small restaurant across the street that sold some of the typical Korean snacking food we'd been looking for:
Tuna kimbap
Naengmyeon, which means cold noodles, and I always forget that I can't stomach a full bowl of it because of the vinegar. It's great for eating with bbq because it cuts through the grease.
Omurice, a Japanese dish that's migrated over to Korea.
After a disappointing last dinner, we hopped into a cab to Lottemart by the Seoul station to find some treats, and I finally found a hotteok press (yay!). I tried to get some pictures of Namdaemun as we passed by. Here's some blurry shots from the taxi taken with my phone:
There seemed to be a party at Gwanghwamun including a stage with some K pop band. A change from the protests that had been going on all week.
I caught this walking the streets around the flat looking for some silk ties. I never found the ties, but I felt like this made up for it.
So that's the last of our trip to Korea, I'm sure you're very interested in a trip I took nearly a year ago (seriously, it would be a year from tomorrow), but it's nice to look back. Every day, I want to go back so much it aches, but for now it just has to remain a special treat every few years. Next time will hopefully be in 2018 when the kids will go with us and we'll stay for about a month.











