Kyoto, halfway Tokyo and Akiyoshida. Walking the gardens and temples. It requires many a coffeeshop to contemplate.
I don’t know why, but almost all of them play American Jazz and Pop music from the fifties in the background. Well, the Americans were here, after all. It’s my time too.
One shop is our favourite. Here I am, back again, making my days with Doris Day.
Out of the window, there is a small city canal, with trees alongside, old houses around. Inside, these quiet Japanese citizens, totally immersed in reading a newspaper, or a stripbook.
Stripbooks. They’re available everywhere, here too. Small pocket size. Most popular strip hero’s: young schoolgirls, eleven to fourteen years old. Dressed in very short Scottisch skirts, naughty ones, showing carelessly their underwear. If any. Less exciting, you may find them out there, shopping, as well. In front of me, the avid readers take their time. Japanese sippers, ready made to become the ultimate painters model.
Zen time everywhere.