| | My destination was the foreigners' cemetery. But even with the guidance of my advance GPS system, I still lost my way and ended up in the local people's cemetery, which is on the opposite side of the peninsula.
It was nice all the same. I was surrounded by sleeping people. Those who would never be disturbed by the noise of my footsteps, nor would they disturbed me on a quite Tuesday morning walk.
According to the tourist map, there was a graveyard of a famous poet, Ishikawa Takuboku around this area. I had no idea who he was, but since he was famous enough to be placed upon the tourist map, I thought it must be worthy to seek him out. | |
