Took on a little photo assignment on my way home from work the other day: Signs. Japan, if nothing, is absolutely littered with signs, telling the huddled masses what to do and when to do it. Of course, nobody follows any of these rules. People park on the sidewalk, don’t pay for bicycle parking, and routinely run red lights. Ironic how the country that makes most of the cars doesn’t even know how to drive them properly. The stereotype, my dear friends, is true.

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