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Arrival in Kanazawa from Kyoto

Meg took us to the fish market

Unagi, tasted a bit strange but I didn't hate it

Sushi train, better than bondi junction (but I still miss bondi junction)

Inari and potato things that were trying to be hash browns but failng with the beef through them

21st century art gallery

Danish and Japanese artists

A Bike made of Mirrors

More mirrors, kaleidoscopic reflections

Lights and sounds and smells and smokes

The allure of the giftshop, almost disappointing, bought nothing

A room of hanging bags, would have made a good photo

Run to the car park in the rain, no umbrella

We saw a bit of the park but it wasn't free to get in and it was cold

The baby hit her head

We went to an international ATM in a big department strore

We drove to HOMETOWN.