The cat was sleeping well behind a painting in the small gallery

I was walking the streets of Jakarta looking for a place to sell what is a postcard. In an age when smartphones are common and everyone is connected on social networking sites, postcards seem quaint and outdated already. But I really wanted to send some postcards from Jakarta to Japan. Even if you send the same message from overseas, it's much easier to send messages via the internet than to send a postcard. However, it must be more interesting to receive a postcard that arrives through the hands of many people. And I think it's more fun to see an unfamiliar stamp on the postcard.

With that in mind, I looked for postcards in Jakarta as well, but this was much more difficult than I thought. I couldn't buy at Fatahillah Square, the most popular tourist spot in this city. I couldn't find even in a reasonably large post office, either. If the post office didn't sell them, I felt at a loss. So I asked a post office worker to tell me about a place where postcards were sold, and I went there. The guy at the post office didn't speak English or Japanese, and I didn't understand Indonesian. I wasn't sure if my question was clear, but I headed towards the place where the postman told me.

I walked and walked and walked, but no shops that sold postcards appeared. Instead, what appeared was a place that had been turned into small galleries. Small booths lined the side of the sidewalk, each with a painter. Each one was a painter's gallery. As I walked through the booths one by one, I saw a cat sleeping soundly in the shadow of a painting. Approaching an awake cat unwisely is often met with alarm, but a well-rested cat was defenseless.

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