The scene : at the bookstore, Kyoto, Japan

Endlessly browsing vintage books was already a pastime of mine, but in Japan it took a much more mysterious turn. The bookstores felt like a huge terra incognita full of not-so-easily discovered treasures. I flipped through the obscure volumes, in awe of the quality of the paper, the refinement of the illustrations and the writing itself. The funny thing was that, whereas this kind of stores is usually found in chic -or at least bohemian- parts of town in Paris, here in Japan they were more than often in nondescript streets or even on subway corridors.

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