There were at least a hundred and thirty people crying that morning, by my count. I couldn’t follow them all home, but I suppose some of them were…
a winter day in a small Japanese neighborhood by the trolley station
When we lived in Osaka, Suhee and I would go on at least a few early morning bicycle rides every month to explore kissaten (喫茶店)—the small, old coffee…
and the process of regaining the twinkle in our eyes
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A small creek runs through the back of all the homes and shops. Not really a creek though, more like a shallow aqueduct, lined with stone, and just…
there are comforts in narrow urban streets with no sidewalks
how an entire Japanese city was transformed into a parking lot
Ten years ago, no one who lived here could have imagined this transformation
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Can tiny neighborhood cafes become a reality in the United States?
I wondered why Juanjuan was so excited to see it. We had been friends for twelve years, after meeting along the tree-lined streets of his old Poblenou…
morning in a 'Corbusian' Japanese neighborhood
Arriving to Yvette during the day, the city seems not so much different from the one before it, or the one after. A train station with a few shops…
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