The Least Useful Guide to Fukuoka

This morning, I went to a local florist to send my sister a flower arrangement in memory of her late father-in-law. 

I hadn't been to a proper florist in literally years and was fascinated by the refreshing and flamboyant smell of fresh flowers. Then I found myself having a tiny bouquet made for myself. It felt quite luxurious to have someone engaged in choosing and arranging flowers just for myself. 

I guess this is an impractical but pleasant way to spend around 1000 yen.