Pedestrian streets smelled of waffles, cake, sugar and felt the province.
men were waiting in front of the changing rooms, wore packets.
Conversations evoked hours appointments and hopes of seduction.
queues forming before the movie and before the checkout line of ready to wear.
Strollers slowed approaches, meetings were sometimes due to chance ...
I still escape the bustle of downtown and I'll eat at Sugamo, where old ladies are hidden tea and mochi pale and tender, so plump and soft as the cheeks of children.
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