On my way down to the train station yesterday, I was fortunate enough to run into a small local festival. An event that mostly involved the men folk carrying a mikoshi — a (not so) portable shrine — up the street.
Their progress was as slow and unsteady as you would imagine, but the accompanying beat of a huge drum seemed to help spur them on.
But the cheeky chap sat atop the drum undoubtedly had the best job of the day.