I found this while wandering around Jimbocho, Tokyo's secondhand book mecca. It was in Kitazawa, one of the stores known for … something. They were very neat, clean and brightly lit. I remember rows of serious tomes, hard volumes in austere colours that looked like encyclopaedias or something equally musty. Two, I think, elderly Japanese gentlemen, distinguished the way Japanese elderly men can be when all prim and proper, ran the store. They barely looked at or spoke to me. I bought two pulp novels from the discount stack, and gave one to a friend as a gift when I returned to Singapore.
This is the other.
From my personal travel collection. These are items I have mused over and lovingly handled on my many trips, or which fuel my desire to see this big, big world in greater depth. #wallfleurtravels on Instagram brings up my adventures.