It’s a store that sells just about everything, I think.
An ambulance, with sirens wailing, speeds through as a pedestrian waiting for the ‘Walk’ sign to turn green silently watches.
Asakusa-dori. Not much people and vehicle traffic on a Saturday mid-afternoon.
My youngest sister and our father attempt to copy the poses on the pedestrian sign.
Hard not to miss the huge statue of a cook on top of the building at this kitchenware capital of Tokyo — Kappabashi.