We rode our Rocketbikes back through the gathering twilight. One final shrine we visited along the way. Rust-borne, eroding. The abode of an Aragami, a powerful spirit of vengeance.
Tag: Teshima
Droplets
When I go to a museum, I expect to find paintings by old dead guys. The older the better. The Teshima Art Museum, however, has no paintings, and the art which you will find within it is neither old nor dead in the strictest sense of the word.
Rocketbike
I tell ya, nothing beats biking down a car-free road with friends. And the roads in Japan, unlike the choppy, litter-filled crap we endure in the States, are in all places smooth, clean, and perfectly maintained. Riding a bicycle upon them is a glory.
Finding Forty-Two
In Japan, every meal was superbly charming, but none more so than breakfast. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure why… Fresh start? New day? New adventure? Kagome? In any case, Breakfast At Mikichan’s was no exception.