Nina H. Kennard, Lafcadio Hearn
“ In the luke-warm air was a mingling of odours peculiar to Japan, smells of sake, smells of seaweed soup, smells of daikon (the strong native radish) , and, dominating all, a sweet, thick, heavy scent of incense that floated out from the shadows behind the temple doors, while above all was a speckless azure sky arching this fantastical world. The city lay glorified in a joy of sunshine.Kazuo Koizumi had told us that it was only a short walk to the trams, and that by them we could get close to Nishi Okubo. ”
