Parkson's Department store. Nothing like a shimmering jewelry department to make me feel self-conscious of my old-scuffed boots and utilitarian winter coat.
Where?
There is a temple behind this wall.
Man taking a picture of the temple. Both he and I trepesspassed.
Steps covered in grass. Potted trees supported by sticks.
Valet Accomodation
Apartment mover.
Another temple (turned into a restuarant) next to the freeway underpass.
Girls looking at maps.
We were thinking the same thing.
One of Hundreds.
”Grande“ scheme of things.
