We took a little break from shooting at the fish market, to have a look at the ajoshe/ajuma disco party happening on the outside patio, just beyond the stench of the flounder and fish guts from inside.
What we found was the ultimate old man/old lady Saturday afternoon hang out spot. Drinks were being passed, photos being taken. The occasional drunk got up to swing his hips to the guitar. And naturally, the ice cream seller dressed in half-assed drag.
This ajoshe couldn’t decide whether or not he was upset or thrilled to be dancing. He later went on to sweetly caress Julie’s bum on the dance floor, which quickly brought an end to our older Korean generational parties.