B lthough Tokyo is not exactly the right place for momiji, finally today, accompanied by Atsumi and boyfriend, we went in that Kuda nshit in the Kita no Maruko ō en. Not that Momiji abound, but there was some sight, and I came in to shoot berserk! 
And if we have always brought her with ik ō ō y too and ich ō (gi NKO biloba) is their nno terrible figure!
It almost seems that the other trees, not to deface, abbian decided to dye red. To avoid green with envy ... 
Next to the park stretches along the access road to Yasukuni Jinja, dotted ich or seem to gild the warm sunset. These, together with the huge concrete torii, dominate witnessing a fundamental rite of passage, the Shichigosan. Below them the children are pushed under the guise of photos and elegant kimono, as well as their childhood heroes in a war still to fight. And Koizumi enjoys. 
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