Right along the beach is a small café that you couldn’t help but notice. Little round tables with colorful umbrellas and the kind of people with parfaits to match adorn the outside of this umi no ie. You wander inside and hear a familiar song, though you swear you’ve never heard it before. Inside the aroma of different blends sets your nose off in delight.
In the corner, a quirky little band entertains everyone having their morning cup, led by a purple-haired girl at the piano, her hair accompanied by one of the many flawless seashells that have found a home on the beaches of this quiet harbor town.