When I was about 6 years old in Japan, every now and then, we would see "the umbrella man". He would set up his 'shop' of a little wooden stool and a tool box under the shade of some leafy oak trees. There was no big fanfare for his arrival, but somehow, everyone knew that he was there. We kids would go home to retrieve all our broken umbrellas. By the end of the day, he had fixed them all for just pennies and he would disappear as mysteriously as he appeared.
I like that. Japan is known for its 'throw away' mentality. A man making living by fixing umbrellas--not computers or appliances. Umbrellas! It feels like a story of a completely different world altogether.