A sad sad sad little book. Mainly pink with cherry blossoms and Redouté‘s roses, but turning yellow, the colour of autumn gingko leaves, in the last few pages. Beautifully written and one to re-read. I admit to having Japan tourist websites on hand, to trace the places/events/history described. A formerly homeless man looks back on his long life, and losses, listens in on other lives, and remembers from Ueno Park, Tokyo.