I made something with others' art, can't even call it a shop cause I used Paint. (I learned that this idea had already been explored only at a later time, oh well)
But they're japanese, so the most they can do is knock insistently on the door; something like kicking the door down would be rude. And if you marry, you solve the visa problem and help repopulate. Two birds one stone. Jokes aside, the place is really rundown and also not much "classic/picturesque", looks more like an old factory or warehouse.
They're gonna pick it apart anyway. A reader criticized the historical accuracy of a fantasy novel my sister wrote.