I suppose it was the slight acrid odor that caught my attention and led me into this stamp shop. I watched a woman and her son take slabs of stone and begin carving out stamps. Mr. Bae, an elderly and English-speaking man told me bits and pieces of this tradition and even helped me design my own stamp. Thirty minutes later I walked out of the store with my own stone stamp and a liking for that astringent smelling ink.