On the way to Tofukuji-Temple Kyoto

On my way from Tofukuji Station to the east side of the Japanese Red Cross Hospital, which stands in front of it, I saw a tea room that didn't look like that, so I went in after peeping inside. There was an old woman who had been discharged from an illness who was alone, so I ordered a sandwich and coffee with telling here I was not in a hurry. To get to the boy's room, I had to pass through a pottery workshop, where several half-finished pottery and mechanical tools and instrument were left behind, covered in dust. I didn't ask too much about it not to hurt her, but it was clear that they belonged to the late master. I took these photos with her willing permission.