This month, the friendly bunch of the ‘old lens club’ organised a visit to a festival at the shrine next to the old wholesale market. This is the last of the annual festival before the market is relocated to another part of Tokyo before the year’s end. My father used to run a family business in a market of this kind in Osaka. So it was with this sense of nostalgia I got to walk around the old market just as they closed up for the week on Saturday afternoon.
Cobblestones glow under the soft lights from skylight. It is a magical place.
Outside on the street leading up to the shrine, crowds were building up. The festival was about to start. It was a relatively small-scale festival but unique in that it is a shrine that oversees the market and its businesses.
In the nearby neighbourhood, there was also children’s festival.
In the coffee shop I got to try an old Russian cinema lens. It produced gorgeous images. I’m totally sold.