There is a local supermarket in the midst of the residential area. It isn't located near the train station nor built alongside the wide street. However, it is usually crowded with shoppers because of the quality and the price. I also often go to this supermarket. Yet what attracts me so much is its atmosphere.
The building is old and the foodstuffs are sold in a time-honored fashion. The price tags are written in longhand. The staffs shout the sales talk occasionally. When I walk around the supermarket, I feel as if I came to the market in the Southeastern countries. Although it is a ten-minute walk from my home, I could feel like I am traveling for a fleeting moment.
Yet not everyone feels the same way as me. The man in this photo stood in front of vegetables and had a rough look. Apparently, he couldn't soak in a travel mood.
September 24, 2019
RICOH GR III