Imagine the scene; We're walking at night through the streets of Ginza (? or Kyoto, or Tokyo. I can't remember. Just imagine a quaint small lane somewhere in a busy Japanese city). We have eaten dinner and it is just about to rain, but the streets are still dry. Down this small lane we walk. There is no room for a footpath, just the narrow road squeezed between small shopfronts and restaurants. For the whole trip I had been noticing the beautiful iron plates that cover the stormwater drains. Now I was armed with the necessary materials. I had Noi and Aey protect me from cars aand pedestrians as I whipped out my large white paper and chalks and started rubbing. I had a few appreciative onlookers. And the result is worth the effort. It now hangs framed in a bedroom at The Black Pearl.
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