With the sun starting to set, my path takes me down a little side street. Not quite a dark alleyway, but I'm definitely here with a hint of apprehension.
空は次第に暗くなります。
ちょっと苛々しています。
白湯。
炒め物。
傘。
巻き貝。
Amongst the shutters and blue plastic crates is an open doorway. I sit down on the curb opposite and try not to look too conspicuous.
First she boils a kettle, and then she fries some food in a pan.
A man comes out of the building behind me and I guiltily shuffle off, pausing to notice the seashells arranged around the drainpipe.
