I arrived in Fukuoka 3 days ago, ahead of the typhoon which is now lashing the city. On my first full day, the sun beat down as I wandered away from my guest house. The streets were quiet, only the gentle sounds of bicycles and traffic signals, it felt like a scene from a manga cartoon.
I soon passed a shrine and walked through the wooden gateway. As I took in the temple grounds I immediately felt calmer. An old man with a towel around his neck walked past me. Another man in business clothes sat on some steps looking at an orange pagoda. After a while I sat down and sketched.