Tranquil time out

Now maybe it’s just me, but these colourful and almost completely covered quarters are conceivably quite calming, regardless of whether they are run-of-the-mill residences,

ramshackle wrecks,

or even reclusive huts-cum-homes.

And, in contrast to Tokyo’s keenness for concrete, it’s arguably possible to talk of them as attractive.

At least tentatively.

A tranquil and terrifically illuminated tunnel worth taking one’s time over,

or a narrow, almost nightmarishly lit route only worth negotiating if really necessary?

Sometimes, it would seem, even the usually indefatigable dynamism of youth can’t soldier on through the spirit-sapping system that is school,

on Saturday.

(click image for super-sized slumber)

Clubs, curry and kimono-clad clichés.

Traditionally dressed tots at Japanese festivals are far from uncommon, although in this particular case, rather than sneaking a peek at her parents,

she may well have been peering at a prodigious pink penis.