Tomonoura

Cats sleeping on the roads, an old lady sees me taking photos of them and speaks to me in Japanese, places two hard-boiled sweets in my hand, walks away. A couple who run an old building with a beautiful viewpoint of the sea insist on taking photos for me. An old lady selling snacks tells me the colour of my red dress is beautiful in Japanese. A salaryman taking photos of everything walks with me temporarily, I understand barely anything he’s saying but he continues as if I do, asks if I know Ponyo, insists on taking a photo of me with a Ponyo fountain. Everyone so kind.