Huinnyeoul Village Jeompbang

When afternoon arrives, the sea at Huinnyeoul Village is filled with the sun. Large and small boats gently sway on the sun-kissed sea. After passing a few alley entrances, I descended at a suitable spot. Fortunately, I landed right at Huinnyeoul Jeompbang, which I was looking for. On the stone wall in front of the shop, tourists are sitting in small groups, eating pot ramen. Although there's an awning to block the sunlight, the low altitude of the sun lets the light in directly. The shop interior is narrow, and the proprietress is working alone. I ordered ramen and chatted about local stories with her. The proprietress mentioned that she wanted to explain the village and share various stories, but was regretfully unable to. She said the second floor was fine, so I went up to find it empty. There was an open window facing the sea. I brought my ramen up. The ramen seemed ordinary, but there was a different taste at the end. What could it be? Perhaps it was because I was eating it while looking at the sea. Eventually, it felt like I wasn't eating ramen, but the sea itself. A sense of fullness arose from the sea. While I was absorbed in the ramen and the sea, a young couple came up. I quickly gave up my seat for them. "Make some good memories," I thought. Right next to the coffee shop, a local resident, presumably with a young man who looked like a barista, was painting the shop. They said it would open tomorrow. The local owner offered to show me the rooftop, so I went up. The movie "Plein Soleil" (Purple Noon) came to mind. The sea at Huinnyeoul Village was indeed a sea embracing the sun.