For the second time this week, I headed off to nearby Yakushiike Park to get photos of the glorious wisteria there, this time with the hope that they would be in full bloom.
I was probably still a bit too early, but it was beautiful nonetheless.
And the short trip was made even more enjoyable because I was caught riding a bike inside the park by a loudspeaker-blaring jobsworth of the type I associate with the place.
But I was left alone after dismounting even though I noticed the officious guard had come after me with his guard stick in hand only to head in a different direction when he saw I was obeying his orders and just taking photos.
With a long weekend coming up, I am sorely tempted to head to the park one more time, just to see the flowers in all their glory.
