The residence that
I visited on Sunday for karaoke and tremendous amounts of food (including a
blueberry chocolate tart, which everyone in the world must try), is not new.
The floors are tatami-laid, the corridors struggle to fit two abreast, and the
rails on which shōji
(Japanese-style doors) stand have seen smoother times.
In spite of these,
the house felt newer than most. This is because of...
