When looking for a photo last week, I had the pleasure of seeing the ones below again. Images that immediately brought back memories of a truly lovely little restaurant photographed back in 2017 when travelling round northern Japan.
Despite dealing with customers on a daily basis over the five decades or so the place had been in business, the owner was endearingly shy. Comically gruff at times too. So cigarettes and the television were his regular refuge when not called upon to cook. A quietness that was also reflected in the regulars who dropped by, with little in the way of conversation apart from a brief hello and a similarly quick order.
After recalling all that, I searched the area it was located in, not overly confident it would still be there. A pessimism that was sadly proven right, as where the restaurant once stood is now another dreaded car park, meaning the nearest to revisiting is only through these re-edits.