Must be the timewarp bubble around these religious structures, like the foreboding, gothic-like Higashi Honganji, with its present building dating from 1939 as Japan’s first ferro-concrete temple. And today you’ve detoured into the carpark and o-higan, the festival that helps you across that river from this life of suffering and ignorance. Well, what do you know, there’s a kindly woman calling to you from a tent. Come over, come over, she says. Have some barley tea and age-mochi deep-fried bean jam cake. No charge!
We’ve not so many years left, I want to pass on easy.
The other kindly woman in blue tells you, Our group made all this, these mochi and even the picture on the placemat. Several thousand mochi. This is a temple so it’s heart-to-heart, hand-made. Yesterday we had o-bu-pan soy sauce pastries but we had so many visitors they’ve all gone.