At 11:45 we cross the Sumida River and set foot in the only area I've been hesitant about including in this year's route: Minamisenju. I remember looking out the window of the Hibiya Line train years ago and seeing the area surrounding Minamisenju Station and thinking, "Wow, this place is poetically crappy." It was like an endless sea of transition tracks, boxcars and warehouses. And one time this old man with shit on his face -- literally, shit on his face -- got on the train at Minamisenju Station and tried to start a conversation with me. I was too polite to run away screaming and breathed a huge sign of relief when he got off the train at Iriya.Luckily, we are a block or two west of that bleak, shit-faced part of town and so avoid most of Minamisenju's unpleasantness. And we happen upon a delightful little temple having a delightful little spring festival which provides us with our first photo fodder of the day.
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