Wandering the side streets and back streets of Tokyo you find the most curious things. Nestled in a lane, behind an alley, off an alley near a main road (!) was this great little house.
The passage of time was etched on the render with a deep patina. Door ways were no long quite square. Wood had weathered and withered. Moss was growting on the tiny eve above windows and doors. The door and window were framed by wiring spaghetti from various ‘upgrades’ over time.
And in a gesture of politeness and concern for others, a cone was placed out the front to warn passers by of the pot plant creeping onto the road.