After a traditional Japanese breakfast, miso soup,
salad, rice, salmon, and pickled plums, we walked to
the local elementary school so the Fujimoto's could
place their votes for House of Representatives. I wasn't
allowed inside the gym where the voting took place.
The elementary school was the one that So and Yukari
attended years before. Under each window were planters
with plants growing. The first graders grew Morning
Glories just like when Mrs. Fujimoto's children were
students. When peering in the window at the front corridor
one could see a line of unicycles and a tapestry of
family crest hanging above them.
I really enjoyed the walk back to the apartment in
which the Fujimotos had lived for over twenty years.
Mrs. Fujimoto told me bits and pieces of her life in
this part of Tokyo. I could get a feeling of their life
and their community over the years.
The next part of the visit was sight seeing. We went
to the Imperial Palace, a 100 Yen store, and the Hard
Rock Café for lunch. It was the visit at the end of
the day to their friend's (Murasue, a Zen Buddhist monk)
home and his temple, Yosenji Temple, which completely
awed me. The temple had been in Murasue's family for
over 400 years. Although the temple had been rebuilt
recently, it was traditional Japanese architecture and
had some original building materials. Murasue's home
was attached to the temple but it was a starling contrast
both in the architecture and building materials. His
home was built out of concrete and steel. He said the
difference represented the past meeting the future.
The Fujimoto's took me back to the hotel after our visit
to their friend's temple and home. I was very grateful
the Fujimotos opened their home and life to me. A memorable