For me, one of the most intoxicating and mysterious parts of Japan is the way that everything is not out on display, overt and declarative, but is instead hidden behind curtains and rice-papered windows, discovered through half-open doorways and narrow passageways.
To a hungry person or a
nosy curious person, this is at times frustrating, as it is not the welcoming invitation to come, sit down, enjoy.
But to the stealth ninja or quiet observer, it is absolutely beguiling. Like peeking into a impressively lived in dollhouse or well-manicured shadowbox, or looking through the peephole of a Victorian sugar easter egg, there are secrets tucked away in those corners and hiding in the slivers of a half-open door.