I had actually though they had closed their shutters permanently. Thank goodness they were only remodeling the store. And it’s a great improvement. A long table and two counters with outlets. A bunch of comfy chairs for chilling.
Oh and there’s still a smoking section behind the automatic door in the back of the room. The smell of cigarettes unfortunately spreads through out most of the store. BOOOO.
But, otherwise it’s nice.
"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