Click here for the sound of the yaki-imo (roasted yam) vendor.
Today was one of those winter days that revert to autumn. It was too beautiful a day to spend even a minute of it more indoors than I had to, so by 10am I was in Suginami-ku on my bike, soaking in the sunshine that flooded the parkland running alongside the Zenpukuji River.
Leaves were still falling from trees, elementary school boys were in their stripes and oversize helmets practicing their swings and pitches, old men lazed and laughed on park benches, dogs were being walked, stern-faced joggers grasping handweights ran by with furrowed brows, and crows cawed.
My stomach rumbles around midday were answered by the cry of the yaki-imo seller, who I chased on my bike, stopped, and bought a nice fat juicy one from.
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Saturday, December 23, 2006