I found this Toufu shop in a narrow side lane while roaming the streets of Tokyo. The shop looks like it has been the same for 100 years. In the dark nite, the shop glowed and stood quietly... as if it was waiting for me. I actually rode pass it and rode back to see. There was just something really special. So I stopped, looked and took pictures. Inside the small shop was a middle aged man busy washing and preparing for the next day. No music, no fancy brochure. Just tubs, more tubs and the sound of running water. In the orange light, time seems to have stopped. This is Japan.
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| peeling paint... wonder how many winter it gone thru |
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