
Monday, April 14, 2008
Ooh la la
A few weeks ago I met some friends in Seoul. We had some lunch, and then they said "let's go to French town." French town? Here, in Seoul? Yup. How continental.

Let's be more specific. When I say "town" what I mean is "street." And when I say "street" I really mean "2 blocks." So, French town is really just two blocks long on one street. The only thing really French about it are some French flags, a couple of signs in French, and a bakery. However, in the bakery there was a French family there buying baguettes. It was a bit weird, but interesting.

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