The interior of Daibutsuden Hall is huge and dark, illuminated by a strip-light above the souvenir shop and the constant flash of cameras. The Buddha sits with eyes tight shut, one hand raised in admonition, the other curled, beckoning us in. School groups sort through key rings and bookmarks, a sign advertises Fortunes Told in English for 200 Yen, an elderly woman climbs through a hole in one of the wooden pillars, getting stuck in the middle.
My batteries die. I put away the camera and gaze, silently.