After a sweet walk through Mushashikoyama with some friends, we ended in this small izakaya where they had strange tables: two levels. You could drink standing and sitting. The sitting stand was funny and cozy. But we might have done something wrong. Maybe the lower level was meant for your bags. Or, as we saw when some other guests arrived, to have your dog sleeping there… Oh well, we had a good time nevertheless.
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home