In the few hours before I could catch my train, I wandered sleepy residential
streets in Omotosanda  and Meguro, not far from the rail line. I peeked into
guitar shops where the prices were just amazingly high. Browsed in a nice
bookstore and peered into others that were closed. Then, I just wandered
around. I found an old-style Japanese house that I would like very much
to buy someday. I saw amazing little cars tucked away under apartments.
I strolled up a street and found a store that specialized in merchandise
with Nakahara Junichi illustrations. A quiet little shop with notecards and
cups. I bought a few things from a very reserved older woman. I knew nothing
about Nakahara at the time, but his work was, and is, inspirational. Somehow familiar.