And A River Runs Through It
Okayama city is bisected by the small river you see, a footpath on either side and small bridges every block. Along the paths in either direction are statues. Some are of Greek gods, other abstracts, still others and then more on top of that. Around the city are memorials to artist, athletes, (respected) politicians, businessmen and notable people from the city. The dance done, people went out for supper and this very large metropolis was still for about an hour.
The rain had turned to occasional drizzle. The clouds broke — occasionally. I walked the path alongside the river during that hour, had supper, then joined the now flowing crowds towards the very large river this samurai city had been centered around for fireworks.