Rakuichi Horumon In The Time Of Corona
In the beginning of June, after 3 months of lock-down, I was bicycling, in a web of melancholy, around the Shimo-Akatsuki train station. In a narrow alleyway, tucked in between some non-descript buildings, I saw Paris. Or rather a belle epoque themed cafe whose interior glowed with warm, art nouveau lighting whose patio was bedecked …