The Hidden Teahouse of Seoul • Sleep Stories for Adults

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The afternoon light is soft and filtered through the persistent mist that has settled over Seoul when you step off the subway at Bukchon station, emerging from the underground into the hillside neighborhood where traditional hanok houses still cluster together, their curved tile roofs creating waves of gray and charcoal against the modern city that surrounds them. The air is cool and damp, carrying with it the smell of rain-wet stone and pine, of cooking kimchi and the slight metallic scent that cities always have, of millions of people living close together, of density and life and the constant hum of human activity.