Winter light in Yanaka
Yanaka is one of the few parts of the city where the old street plan survived both the earthquake and the war. On a clear January afternoon the light comes in low over the cemetery and turns the wooden fronts a warm brown.
I walked from Nippori station down Yanaka Ginza, stopped for a croquette, and then wandered without a plan. The narrow lanes behind the temples are quiet enough that you can hear someone practising the shamisen two houses away.
Small habit I want to keep: leave the phone in the bag for the first hour of a walk. The photos are worse, but I remember more.