Around the corner from where I work is the Osaka High Court and the Osaka District Court. A few trees in front of the buildings remind office workers what the colour green looks like.
Waiting there during lunch I spied a man that appeared to either be a surgeon carrying an organ for transplant or, admittedly more likely, a chef working at a sushi restaurant.
As soon as the lights went green, he scurried across the road and past me towards the bridge that leads to Nakanoshima, quickly hurrying to save somebody’s life or appetite.
Please stand back from the edge. Please be mindful of the yellow line. Please form a queue. Please be patient.
Closed.
Hello, Osaka!!!!!!!!'n
And here I thought taking the bus meant roughing it.
McDonald's Japan; my saving grace. So long Okayama. It's been... special.
Hello, Okayama. Your trains are like a comfortable version of Cal-Train. Nostalgia.
Kinkakuji, each vista on the path is progressively more breathtaking.
He will smack you down
Secret rooms