This year, the second - is it - of the Genroku, far only to think how far it is to Ou "under Go skies." to picture hair turning white, places ears had heard of eyes never seen, likelihood of returning not so bright, just did make the town of Soka by nightfall. Thin shoulders feeling packs drag. Body enough, but burdened with a set of kamiko (extra protection at night), yukata, raincoat, ink-stick, brushes as well as unavoidable hanamuke, etc., somehow hard to let go of, part of the trouble in travelling inevitably.