Pleasures of Seoul

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Demonstrations are a routine occurrence in downtown Seoul, but I don’t mind it in the least. Angry chanting is a familiar soundtrack to life in South Korea; when slogans reverberate at the capital’s most symbolic locations, you know the country is well. Democracy lives.

I am fortunate to be a frequent visitor at the Press Center, from where all the action is visible. But the vista is inspiring even when no protest is taking place. In one corner is Mt. Inwang, which marked the northwestern limit of the city in the pre-modern era. Directly across the street is the verdant lot of Deoksu Palace, favored by Korea’s penultimate king who had plans to hide at the nearby Russian legation if trouble brewed. The century-old Anglican church, pretty in stone and red tiles, shines once again now that the tax office building just in front has been razed. The City Hall Plaza comes into sight if I lean just right.

I won’t exaggerate that Seoul is a place of stunning beauty. But the city isn’t so gray and boring when you look closely enough. Pleasurable sights and sounds abound in this busy metropolis of 10 million people. To paraphrase a common sentiment among South Koreans overseas, where many of them live – whether be Canada, California or New Zealand – “is a boring paradise, but Seoul is an exciting hell.”

Much of that excitement comes from observing the pace of change. I hate resorting to the cliché that Seoul is dynamic, but the sense of impermanence is all-pervasive and even thrilling. Most things don’t last very long, like my decade-old apartment building that starts to crack, nor seem engineered to withstand the test of time. It’s a preservationist’s nightmare but can be a delight to behold if you can discard historical and environmental sympathies.

Jun 2012 - Jongno in downtown Seoul went through massive redevelopment. The historic Pimatgol district was bulldozed away to make room for highrises. (Photo credit: Jun Michael Park)
Jun 2012: A historic restaurant district in downtown Seoul was bulldozed in 2009 to make room for generic high-rises. (Credit: Jun Michael Park)

Going for a walk in my old neighborhood near Yaksu, I am taken aback by the disappearance of a busy flyover, not a trace of which remains. In the genteel Hannam-dong area where I do most of my work, each day seems to see fashionable cafes and boutiques outdone by newer, even more fashionable cafes and boutiques. Paper-thin Italian-style pizzas were the thing when I moved back to Seoul two years ago; now the deep-crusted Chicago style dominates.

Give it a year or two, and this latest food trend, too, shall pass.

Forget the better-known Myeongdong and Hongdae – Seoul’s premier shopping and partying districts. One of the best places to observe the change in motion is Usadan-ro 10-gil, not far from the Itaewon subway station south of the downtown core. This inconveniently located street snakes down a hilltop that hosts a mosque and halal eateries. Once an illegal slum, it brings together old-timers minding shops that have seen better days, South Asian migrant workers and hipsters with creative streaks.

Aug 2011 - Worshippers take a break inside the Seoul Central Mosque, Itaewon.
Aug 2011: Worshippers rest inside the Seoul Central Mosque, Itaewon. (Credit: Jun Michael Park)

My personal mission on most visits is to buy some sarma at a Turkish delicatessen, but Korean-style fried chicken and gimbab are also on offer if local food is more your thing. Artisans quietly but diligently craft bracelets and bags and even bouquets of flowers. Personally, I am vulnerable to the charms of Works, a graphic studio that sells on consignment well-designed stationery products and knick-knacks. There is even a gay bookstore – unusual in socially conservative South Korea – with risqué illustrations on full display without shame.

The best part is that when I visit again in a month or two, a new roster of shops will have miraculously materialized.

Entrepreneurship is a hot topic in South Korea but not always for good reasons. Job security is wishful thinking for many and irregular employment grows. As young people reckon with uncertain professional prospects and old people get pushed into early retirement, starting one’s own business has become both a trend and a necessity. The unfortunate South Korean tendency to conform, however, means even in the business of competing as individual business-owners; many opt for the same oversaturated fields like selling coffee and fried chicken, giving the country a rather ignominious nickname of “Chicken Republic,” currently dotted by some 36,000 fried chicken outlets – more than the total number of McDonald’s outposts around the world according to one study.

May 2016 - Seendosi Pub in Euljiro.
May 2016: Seendosi, a bar in Euljiro. (Credit: Jun Michael Park)

And yet there are some bright entrepreneurial spots, like Usadan-ro 10-gil. Another is Seendosi, a “New City” in the middle of the old city, illustrating how demolition need not accompany rebirth. The Korean word sindosi, on which Seendosi plays, refers to the massive redevelopment scheme that blights many corners of Seoul, replacing usually a low-rise, low-income neighborhood with a high-rise residential compound beyond the financial reach of existing residents. Seendosi, though, is seamlessly integrated into the gritty Euljiro district, synonymous with tool and machine shops, so much so that it’s nearly invisible to all but those in the know. It complements, not displaces, what’s already present.

The signage outside is discreet, and walking up the poorly illuminated set of stairs is further deterred by a stench of naphthalene – a common deodorizer for stinking toilets. Just when you begin to contemplate turning back, rewards become obvious: a fantastically vintage décor that speaks to the discerning taste of the young owner – an installation artist by training – and reasonably priced drinks. The rooftop deck is merely icing on the cake.

May 2007: Euljiro, Seoul. (Credit: Jun Michael Park)

The choice of Euljiro for the location is deliberate, reflecting yet another trend in the making: disillusionment with change and speed. An acquaintance who used to run a travel website and still writes about Korean culture once bemoaned the difficulty of her work,“What’s the point of tracking down a great new place and going to the trouble of writing about it when it just disappears in a couple of years?” Change has brought South Korea this far, from the ashes of the Korean War to its status as an economic powerhouse. And now its people are tired. They want a change from all the changes.

June 2015: A college student couple takes a study break at a Starbucks in Seoul. It's common to spot customers sleeping in local cafes. (Credit: Jun Michael Park)
June 2015: A young couple nap at a Starbucks in Seoul. It’s easy to spot customers sleeping in local cafes. (Credit: Jun Michael Park)

Disorientation sets in. Maybe that’s why South Koreans have a hard time weaning themselves off alcohol. Apparently 1.6 million in this nation of 50 million are bona fide alcoholics. Even Russians cannot compete with South Koreans, it seems, when it comes to getting wasted. One twenty-something office worker I once met, predictably at a drinking event, was unabashed, “Work means going out to drink and trying to stake awake at the office the next day until drinking starts all over again in the evening.” Granted, this young man was in his company’s sales division and buyers customarily expect extravagant booze-laden meals from suppliers, but still.

I prefer my drinking with some ambience, and the Han River, though not the most picturesque body of water, is the perfect backdrop to alfresco imbibing. (Sadly, the authorities have begun contemplating a crackdown on this beautiful custom.) On sweltering summer days, locals congregate on the banks of the river near sunset. Vendors are almost always out in full force, hawking mats to sit on, hats and sunglasses to block out the sun and cheap plastic toys for children. The best part is the haphazardly scattered restaurant flyers. Pick one up, dial the number and shout your choices into the phone. Thirty minutes later, food and alcohol arrives. They know exactly where you are when you say “the fountain by the sculpture-thing, you know, the one where kids are splashing each other.” This is service you cannot get at the Jardin du Luxembourg in Paris.

The "Secret Garden" of Changdeok Palace in early November (Credit: Se-Woong Koo)
The “Secret Garden” of Changdeok Palace in early November (Credit: Se-Woong Koo)

Timing is key when chasing pleasures of Seoul. The unrelenting force of change makes each moment transient and precious. The Han River is marvelous on a hot summer evening, but only then. Changdeok Palace, my favorite among all the surviving royal complexes, is truly radiant in the last week of October and the first week of November as ginkos and maples don golden foliage; in other seasons I find it bland. Seongbuk-dong, an area favored by diplomats and the very rich, is pleasant enough most days of the year, but it’s magical when Gilsang-sa, a Buddhist temple built on the site of a high-class pleasure house, puts up multichrome lanterns in celebration of the Buddha’s Birthday.

May 2016: One week after Buddha's Birthday, Gilsangsa Temple in Seoul is embroidered with lotus lanterns. (Credit: Jun Michael Park)
May 2016: Gilsang-sa in Seongbuk-dong is embroidered with lanterns for Buddha’s Birthday. (Credit: Jun Michael Park)

I still resist when pushed to extoll the virtues of Seoul. Fine particulates in the air give me a constant ache in my throat. Taxi drivers frequently test my patience with their litany of colorful expletives, aimed at other motorists. Seoulites are frankly a rude bunch as a whole and courtesy is in short supply.

But perhaps all my grievances will be rendered moot when another wave of change sweeps away even such flaws. Until then, I can admire the destruction and renewal, upheavals and stagnation. Pleasures make up for the small pains.

Jun Michael Park contributed photography and photo editing. Follow him on Instagram @junmichaelpark.

Se-Woong Koo earned his Ph.D. from Stanford University and taught Korean studies at Stanford, Yale, and Ewha Women's University. His writings have appeared in The New York Times, Foreign Policy, and Inside Higher Ed among other publications.

4 Comments

  1. Visceral words about a fantastic place. Seoul can be a dream if one lets it… but only the kind of dream that evaporates the instant after recognition. There is certainly a strange beauty in the constant ‘destruction and renewal’. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Nice double entendre in the headline. Something that completely flies over the head of newly arrived Western visitors and even Korean Americans is the casual availability and endless variety of pay-to-play establishments in Seoul (and any Asian metropolis).

  3. I loved this piece. I hope to visit Seoul someday and maybe even stay a while. I’d like to witness the changes you talk about. If nothing else, Seoul sounds like magic….a magical hell that it is, but one I’d love to experience.

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