Shot in the city of Tsukuda, Tokyo. This area has remains of old houses along the street. When I rambled along the streets, I found an old-fashioned glass door. Once this kind of door was common in this city. Most of the residences in Tokyo were made with woods in the old days. So they were easy to be touched by the fire. And it was said that fights and fires were flowers of this city. Yet it was disappearing with the age.
By the way, I reflected on the door faintly.