With Japan being relatively homogeneous and also fond of conformity, it’s all too easy to be different. But it must be terribly hard to be seen as different when you are in fact the same.
Mount Fuji can be coy at the best of times, and the day before, clouds had completely obscured the famous mountain — the lake too most of the time. Early the following morning, however, it was a different story altogether, with that wonderful conical shape uncovered and happily anything but bashful.
And a shirt that would seem to have been lost both literally and figuratively.
Disappearing neighbourhoods, and neighbours…
Or indeed Where’s Wally? depending on which part of the world you are from. An interesting regional variation that presumably wouldn’t interest these two utterly indifferent dresser-uppers in the slightest.