We arose to the frigid dawn, breakfasted, and dragged our corpses to the car. Destination: Ground Zero.
Tag: Obachans
Yuki
Following our interlude at Nekouan, we ducked into one of the countless tiny restaurants which dot the streets of Kyoto, and sat down for a bite to eat. It’s remarkable how tightly the Japanese manage to pack such spaces, an effect made possible seemingly only by necessity and sheer will.