Mo Yoshida kindly greets guests and has the utmost responsibility of politely asking them to remove their shoes. He stands near the front doorway, facing a wooden bench with a plush red cushion, suited for comfortable sitting to take off footwear.
He’s 8 years old.
Behind him, what once were wooden floors, have transformed into a sea of cream colored furs with white poufy pillows and a perimeter of flickering candles…