Morning snackies. Everything’s a little more miniaturised here, after being here for more than a week, I’ve grown to see my daily rituals acclimatising to this; knowing everything is within hands’ reach in the tiny hotel room (literally), walking to the corner local convenience stores for a little indulgence whenever I feel peckish (end up buying a few just to compare tastes), squeezing at the low table sharing food with others (meals made all the more serendipitous because I was forced to talk to new people I wouldn’t have normally struck a conversation with).
It’s not very clear here, but it was drizzling pretty heavily. We visited this place for lunch. A furniture maker works in the little house just below the treehouse, and just across he runs a cafe serving freshly baked pizza and pasta, with an event space on the second level.
He maketh the spoons too. Oh, and probably that counter-top too.
We were done with a very very good lunch, standing out under the sheltered porch fiddling with our transparent umbrellas when this beautiful Goldie walked in from the road towards us for some shelter from the pouring rain. Aw, such a cutie. I realised that I have a strange affinity with dogs and rain, it’s happened a couple of times in the past where I end up being their towel but I also enjoy their company in exchange. I heard it means good luck in some obscure country, but I could just be pulling a fast one.
Anyway we spent a good amount of time just hanging out with this big guy who ran around us to get acquainted. I ended up smelling like a wet dog but it’s aiiight when it comes animals.
Our last visit was to a wooden screen craftsman. According to him, if the notches are off by a single millimetre, the entire configuration goes haywire. Such precision astounds the messy me.
Little pieces we got to bring back.
Always fascinating to observe the space in which people work in, with things in organised disarray. It’s almost like a crime-scene. Of first-degree craft that is.
In the night, we nestled ourselves in a small yatai and enjoyed a bowl of warm oden. This was the last night in Japan, a little bittersweet that the trip was coming to an end but a friend once said some things are made more beautiful because they were brief. I’ll be back Japan!