Akasaka Mon

   You never know what an Internet search will dredge up.

   Trying to find old pictures of the Chikuho district for another posting, I came across this water color of the Akasaka Mon Market (赤坂門市場), a half-shuttered, derelict arcade some fifty meters long, which on better days smells of old cat piss. The next major earthquake that strikes Fukuoka will surely bring this already canting collection of vegetable shops and empty diners to completely topple over, but until then I will continue to pinch my nose and use it as a short-cut.