Real coffee

Another bonus from the Japanese Language School was the local market. it is a narrow street with a glass roof and a myriad of stores. Most important was the cookie store where we bought our snacks for the hard lessons ahead. The Chyoda sushi takeout was a great source for lunch on the way back. (Who said that we were going to cook on this sabbatical.) There was also a Chinese takeout nearby. With places like this it is hard to be motivated to cook. But best of all was the coffee roaster.

This shop has about a dozen large baskets with raw coffee. But the roasting processing is special. There are 3 small roasting units, probably 50 years old, about the same age as the grinders. You choose your coffee (Number 1 always sounds best) and the roast. French dark also sounds good. Then you are invited to sit and sample some excellent random drip coffee while you wait the 20 minutes for your own. Not everyone waits as we do. I did notice many bags of custom roasted coffee waiting for their owners. We tried it back at the flat. Awesome.

By the way. The whole transaction was conducted in Japanese without a hitch. That school was really good.

As to a previous entry. Piki did come back from yoga but was too tired. Hard work this sabbatical stuff.

Stay tuned. We have arrived in Takayama. The trains are great.