As I walk in the area where I am I feel like stepping back into the place I was brought up nearly 60 years ago. The speed is slow and quit and between houses there are small areas where people grow veggies in the bit of garden or boxes . Much is improvised and made from things one has lying around . There is a lot of moss on stones and the walls of houses which suggests to be a lack of sun light to dry it all up.
No one wears bike helmets and the kids ride the bike as I used to do and putting someone even on the back . The tiny super market has not much on the shelves but enough for what one needs . Many old people walk hunched over pointing to a physical long labouros life. No coffee shop and no meeting places . As I walk the streets I can hear the sound of looms in tin sheds just like we had in our village . My goodness how I have stepped back in time and I am only on the out skirt of Kyoto.
Anything can be bought from venting machines
Bike stands I am very used too from my school days
Things get grown wherever there is space
Easy ride on a bike
Growing things between houses
Kids playing in a small park
I still do not understand the toys in cars