I returned to Bunkyo-ku to re-trace the experience I’d had with Keiji Ashizawa a few nights before.
Along the small street leading down from Yanaka Cemetery there were many makers, stonemasons and traditional gardeners. I found a small workshop; the only hint on the street a role of leather in the doorway and a foot mould resting on a chair.
The makers directed me to the store just three or four doors down called Sonomitsu. They hand-make an elegant range of shoes inspired from a bygone era.
Further down the street and round the corner I returned to Bousingot’s Kengo and Saeko Haketa and enjoyed some more excellent reading and espresso.
After leaving Bousingot I couldn’t re-find Nezu Shrine and for sometime I walked through the little streets lost. I actually really enjoyed it for it was a special day of celebration in Tokyo.
It was hot and cicada chanting could be heard in the distance. So I followed their noise. Sure enough there was Nezu Shrine surrounded by giant trees and rows of dense azalea bushes, a roar with cicadas.
I was grateful and at peace for returning.