These are two of the innumerable houses my son and I saw walking down the street. Very neat. Very clean. And very quaint, because so many had bicycles parked out front.
One of the more interesting things our tour guide told us was that he lived and worked in Japan for 20 years, and never once entered someone else's house. You just don't do that there. Not for a visit, not for a dinner, not for anything. Could hardly be more different that the American way of life, where it's a rite of passage as a youngster to "spend the night" at a friend's house. And as adults we go out of our way to welcome those we enjoy and respect into our homes for a meal, games, church meetings, or just to visit. Don't understand a culture that eschews such fellowship.
Swinging the Big Cahoona up to capture scenes such as these made me feel a bit nervous. Don't know if I'd like it either if someone I didn't know walked by and and started taking pictures of the house. So I tried to be quick and discreet, relying on default settings which are always in place.
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