Having come out of an old summer home filled with visitors sitting on tatami mats and peering out into a traditional Japanese garden while drinking matcha, we passed two geisha and their master. Then, this picture just sort of happened. Travelers arriving, or possibly transporting to another place and time.
When there are no yards to play in because houses are built right up to the streets they border, this is where the action takes place--out in the road, under the many sagging telephone and electrical lines and sometimes too close to your neighbors' cars for comfort.
Mix old friends and years of not seeing each other with the traditional streets of Japan and silliness happens. In some respects, age changes nothing.