Exactly what the title says, along with a colourful, but rather carelessly placed parasol. A sight that needless to say is not something one sees everyday. Or indeed the vast majority of days. Making the slightly surreal scene all the more special.
No deadlines to work to. Quite the opposite in fact, with simultaneous work on the past, present and future more akin to time travel than dealing with the demands of an actual timetable. And seemingly no stress too. Rather the gentle, almost meditative practice of pruning, shaping and carefully watering. Making arguably the most Japanese of jobs, utterly un-Japanese-like.
The serene, almost ethereal beauty of traditional Japan, and the contrasting clamour of modern Tokyo.
The concentration, calm and wonderfully old-school charm of a shogi, or Japanese chess club.
Coming of age, in a technological age.