Searching for Sorae Village

The guide book said to head straight out of exit 6 of the Express Bus Terminal Station. I walked straight out of the exit for ten minutes until I ran into this beautiful French paysage:

Walking back disappointed I saw a sign for Sorae Village. I needed to turn right out of the station. It was a sad "D'oh" kind of moment. As I was writing in Cafe O'Fete admiring some nice prints and drawings on their wall of art, I waited for my burnch: ordered at 10:22 was served at 10:40.

The coffee was bold and unfiltered. The salad dressing was Caesar mixed with balsamic and I didn't mind because I got my black olive fix. The Egg and Ham Sandwich wasn't held together very well spilling out with every bite. It was all very tasty but not worth $13. I stepped out of the cafe feeling satisfied and started to explore a little more.

At first glance it was clear the roads were narrower. Despite that the traffic was regulated unlike my school's area. I turned off the main road and started looking at the town houses. The area didn't feel very Korean, I don't know what France feels like so it could have been that, but I don't know. The homes where built with red brick up to and either three or four floors. The contours of most blocks were cement walls roughly seven feet high. I saw a couple French people along the other side of the main road or hand-talking with one hand and a phone in the other, but it was mostly Koreans in plain sight. I had this magical idea I'd meet a French baker with a quaint little shop in the middle of the place, then realized that the owner would sensibly hire Koreans to take Korean orders, I tried speaking French at Cafe O'Fete and the girl across the counter gawked at me with the biggest eyes I've seen on the peninsula. I tried at least and saw an area with a different vibe compared to the rest of my trip. 

There was a Paris Croissant which is a change from the usual Paris Baguette but then I saw the former in a train station later on my trip.