Photographs from a small group of islands
The ability of some Japanese to sleep practically anywhere, particularly when it’s somewhere very public, never ceases to amaze me. And this fella, with his shoes off and sheet down, looks like he couldn’t be anymore comfortable if he was flat out on a futon.
After a busy week at work, coupled with even busier commutes, a well-earned weekend beer or two would appear to be not only the perfect prescription, but also a prerequisite.
Having a bit of a soft spot for bonsai, I may be a little biased, but this is really rather beautiful.
With the customer being very much king in Japan, the service in shops is certainly polite – often excessively so at times. But the trouble is, as it’s mostly a much-practiced mantra that’s robotically repeated to every punter, the whole process can be a very sterile one, with little opportunity for a bit of banter or a brief conversation.
So, with this in mind, seeing this superbly eccentric fella flogging footwear was a rare treat indeed. One so intriguing in fact that the weird urge to try on a terrible pair of tan-coloured loafers was almost overwhelming.
A mummy?
A mannequin?
Or merely a mannequin masquerading as a mummy?
