Four Japanese women stroll. At a flower-bed they stop to admire a tall, century plant that is in flower. The flowering stalk is twelve feet high and topped with a cluster of tubular yellow flowers. One young woman, who wears of green dress with a skirt like an umbrella, stands next to the plant. She looks down, smooths the flare of her skirt, and checks the inches between her legs and the pointed tips of the leaves. Her long black hair sweeps over one of her eyes. She extends her arm to the flowering stalk, pointing delicately her index finger so that only its tip touches the thick stalk. A companion makes a photograph.
Four teenage boys with skateboards rustle in the shrubs at steps on the sidewalk. Branches hang along the steps where they will practice jumps. Three of the boys tear at the branches; they twist and rip them from a small tree. They laugh and throw the branches in a pile to the side of the sidewalk. A smallish boy with a mop of sandy hair that covers his eyes stands on the walk. His up-ended skateboard rests on the toe of his shoe. He looks up, shaking the hair from his eyes, to watch my approach.