This white-faced lady is part of a puppet tradition in Japan that has a very long history. On stage, I completely forgot the black-robed person who operates her. Her poignant gestures made me cry when I saw her, or her sister, onstage ten years ago. I had never expected to meet her at Cherry Blossom Viewing at Matsuyama castle, but here she was! In the bright light the beauty of her costume and the extreme paleness of her face were more apparent, but she was just posing, not telling a story. I have decided that little stories, or narratives, are my favorite part of life and memory. Good night.