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Small, fluted, blistered.
The tart is small enough to hold in one hand: a fluted crust, a pale creamy centre, a golden top blistered darker in places. It is the shop’s signature — the thing the queue is for, photographed before it is eaten.
At the counter, mochi is stretched by hand and soft serve is pulled from the machine in view of the queue. Tarts come out of the glass case; cones are handed over in black sleeves; everything leaves in the yellow bag, or is eaten at the small round wood tables inside.
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The kiosk in guests’ photos — tarts, cones, cups and the storefront.





