The day Ueno Park taught me not to shake hands

Ueno Park was full of surprises, but some of them came at head height.

If you spent enough weekends there, you eventually encountered them. Street performers sitting very still, dressed in traditional-looking clothing, wearing impossibly tall, exaggerated towering headpieces that made you stop and stare. They looked calm. Respectable. Almost ceremonial.

This was a trap.

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