Notes from the ginza shihodo stationary store

As we approached, the stone exterior exuded the dignity of a venerable Ginza establishment. When l pushed the door open and stepped inside, I was immediately enveloped in a pleasant fragrance. It was refreshing, like being in a forest. The shop's ceiling was high, and the sun streaming through the large windows facing the street reflected on the white walls, making it very bright. Wooden display shelves were positioned just the right distance from each other, with all sorts of products neatly arranged on them.
It was the kind of shop where even someone like me, who has never been very particular about writing materials, would want to take my time browsing.