While I was exploring Asakusa, Tokyo, I saw these two lovely ladies in yukata. Their vibrant colors caught my eye among the crowds of tourists. I was able to capture this moment when my heart skipped a beat to the sight of them. It reminds me of that time I first arrived in Japan: It was in the summer when bells ring in the wind, fireworks burst in the sky, and the aroma of "yatai" (Japanese street vendor) food fills the air.
Whenever I see yukata, I am reminded of a beauty of the wearer, Japan, and my own memories. And when I see them, I silently say to myself:
"Ah, Ninhon Da Ne".
"Ah, this is Japan".
There's nothing like it.
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