I walked north to the Imperial Palace Park:
Then I walked south to see if I could find D's apartment. To my amazement, it was where I had left it. I walked south some more to the train station, where I had conveyor belt sushi. Then I walked north again. Later that week I would walk east. I never walked west.
Kyoto has homeless people, who live under the bridges but nonetheless maintain a complex organizational system for their umbrellas (not shown). There is some water in its rivers.
D's friend called me on D's cell phone (I felt very fancy receiving calls whilst in Japan) and we met up for dinner (okonomiyaki, a kind of noodle pancake) and geisha spotting.
I think this is Gion, the geisha district. And that there is a shrine, although which one is anyone's guess. Let' s say it's Yasaka.
A very artfully framed photo. Truth be told, the geishas were creepy. And their singing was a little like Middle Eastern music sung on helium. By cats in heat.
Still to come: monkeys, monkeys, monkeys--and fish.