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After almost two months in Kyoto, I finally sat atop Daimonji yesterday with Mari.
Trendy new snack?
Mari and I finally found time yesterday to get me a haircut.
Tiny crunchy, salty, puffy crackers shaped like sea creatures.
I’ve been shy about going out for a cut because of the language gap.
From the looks of the guy he must be a ramen geek.