Japan, about ten years ago.
I was in the mountains near Hanato, outside Yokahama. There was a summer festival going on, and the street was decorated like this. I went to the festival, and I was the only giajin. As such I was expected to dance the traditional dances.
From this street you could see Mount Fiji towering over everything, and yet it was still a long way off.
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