There’s a little temple, four buildings down on the same street from my in-laws’ house. I’m not really sure of its exact purpose. In addition to the worship trappings, it’s mostly a room with desks, chairs and tables.
During most of the day, old men sit around, chat and play cards. Just outside there’s a semi-permanent porta-squattie (Portable squat toilet) that seems to serve as the principal toilet for the temple.
As I was returning from my morning walk to 7-11 this morning, a man stepped out of the porta-squattie. He carefully closed the door, stepped away from the squattie, out from behind the cars, slowly put out his cigarette on the ground and then, and only then, bothered to finish pulling up his pants and fastening them.
Every day is an adventure in Taipei. Some adventures are less pleasant than others.
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