This is where I used to take my lunch break from work. I came here because I could sit under the eaves of the prayer hall behind me and eat in peace aside from birds chirping and cawing somewhere amongst the mass of trees that covered the kofun next door. No people around, ever. The prayer hall’s doors were, it seemed, forever closed. Two years I ate here almost every day.
Sadly people remembered this temple complex existed and the once empty parking lot around the corner held a slew of cars day after day. Prying eyes peered out windows of the house behind the prayer hall as I passed by. My solitude was shattered. I stopped going.
(photo taken with flip phone)