A Portrait of Elitist Existence
Tucked in a little corner of an unmarked road leading into a plain-looking residential neighborhood, a little unassuming row of shops greets guests who may or may not intentionally drove down the one-way street. At once lost and disoriented, the visitors would be rather surprised that a classy decor in a neat little room would even exist in such a place. "A brother of a model opened up the place," the author was told as he sat down to have a meal in a shop specializing in crepes. Despite it being lunch hours on the weekend, the shop seemed empty, with a few quietly chatting away, generating a relaxing ambiance.