Nothing I had experienced before prepared me for this. The pictures don't even tell the story. This is a real, honest to goodness, Korean market. I didn't see many people that looked like tourists. Just lots AND lots of Koreans with their bags and small carts doing real life shopping. Narrow streets and alleyways filled with tables and shelves which were stacked with food, clothing, accessories and... well everything you can think of. Every direction we turned there was another alley or another doorway leading to more shops or street side vendors. I couldn't look around very much because I was afraid I would run into someone if I didn't keep my eyes focused directly in front of me. It seemed like a population equivalent to the whole state of Montana had decided to go to market on Monday.
I know it's silly. So I will try again. I will take a deep breath. I will go on a cooler day, at a less busy time, with one of our friends who speak Korean. I will buy something at a traditional Korean market. It probably won't be the cooked intestines or the squid. But I will buy something.