Under a frilly cloud edged sky, Sarah and I venture to a private section of Nara City that is excluded from the free map guides.  Here we find a Disneyland version of a picturesque Japanese neighborhood.  A cul-de-sac that ends at a Shinto temple is surrounded on the west by a mini cemetery.  Every few gravestones there are private altars set up with personal representations relating to the interned.  Upon first glance it looks like someone just forgot their canned beer or juice box, but like some of us in America leave flowers at gravesites, the Japanese leave altar expressions for their loved ones.