ABSTRACT
GORGEOUS beyond description are the dry goods shops of Japan. Deep purples and brilliant, joyful reds; greens as softly delicate as leaves but half unfurled or as fiercely challenging as the freshly cut rind of a watermellon; the golden glitter of metal threaded embroideries; saffron and burnt amber and sky blue and turquoise; a dash of midnight darkness and pure, snowy whiteness; the open shop front gashes with its riot of color the long gray line of monotonous unpainted wood that makes the street in Japan.
