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There are feasts for the eyes a plenty in Japan from dawn to dusk but take time to cast your eyes downwards to the pavement and you will be well treated .Firstly you notice that Japan is immaculately kept . Tidy and pristine in the extreme . There is no rubbish to be seen anywhere .Streets  are beautifully clean without a scrap of litter . In fact they probably are scrubbed clean on a daily basis.So if you look down underfoot you catch rare treats aplenty.

Here an exquisite  threshold mosaic makes a very simple statement as you enter a property …..

P1020592.JPGI had already clocked the delightful love of ornament and pictorial  fancy that abounds in Japan so I wasn’t surprised to see that this playful decorative vibe also extends to the street scene itself .

p1010763Man hole covers are the first thing that are up for grabs for a bit of decorative adornment .P1010784.JPG

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And what about a few decorative pavement tiles thrown in for good measure! I love these two birds which I came upon by pure accident and which were beautifully inserted into an otherwise unremarkable pavement surface.

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and what about a panda tile for good measure ?

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Or Countdown to Likely Death in Udaipur (not Venice)

Sussex Prairies could do with a tuk tuk.. one covered in flowers to gad about in on garden visits and other such peaceful excursions .The sort of tuk tuk with attitude and that certain je ne sais quoi that comes hot foot from the mean , narrow, twisting ,convoluted streets of Udaipur. Possibly even the sort of tuk tuk belonging to Crabs our tame tuk tuk driver when we are in town.

Now I am sure you are wanting to know how he comes to have the name of Crabs (we had unfairly wondered if this was due to any slight medical affliction he may have had now or in the past ) but no , this he assured us was not the case but then proceeded to explain the derivation of his name in a series of madly contorted couplets, possibly originating in a pop song and ending on a whimsical limerick.. quite unintelligible but utterly captivating .

As were we , captives I mean , once we had boarded his washing machine styled wagon. Haring through the night street beset by errant cows, weaving motorbikes, inevitable dust, grit , wayward rubbish mountains, wedding parades (AFW alert !) and crazed white horses (without groom). It seems that there is a sort of etiquette of road users at night. Do not under any circumstance put on your lights , if you do put them on, make sure they are  at full beam to blind any oncoming driver… the horn (used liberally) (note to self : How long can horns even last in India having been blown at every minute of the day ?) when blown actually activates the headlights… like dervishes we careered through the night …on corners(of which there seemed to be many) only one wheel felt like it was on the ground…you see double after such a ride and it was nothing to do with the Kingflsher beer this time.

wedding band cart (quiet one)

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