Noodles

Again, in Insadong, I came across a noodle house which had hand-made noodles. My gut was still a bit unsettled, and although I would have loved to have tried, thought it would be best to avoid heavy gut wrenching dough on my digestive system. (Ahhh, the joys of travelling.) But it was probably the best choice, since an hour or so after taking the picture, I strolled back and found this same man puffing on a cigarette in his cubby hole while his stray ashes probably found a resting spot on the sitting dough.