Shopping this time round was sparse and in-between, usually while the little pea was asleep so it happened at all kinds of really odd hours.
I wanted to start off my Osaka posts with the perfect day.
As all perfect days go, this one was bright and sunny, with a little welcoming spring breeze. There were good food, uncrowded spaces and random walks of no particular destination in mind (very baby-led).
A late lunch at Truck, a furniture and cafe place we've been wanting to go for a long time (try their 'Bird' rice and donuts). We were lucky to be one of the few customers and lingered for a long time. I've heard that the queue goes on for hours during the weekends.
We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the neighbourhood (tummy happy with food) and found the nicest little playground by a school. It was nothing special by Japanese standards (believe me, we did a lot of playgrounds during our trip there) but there were these little pockets of green... ...hundreds of thousands of dandelions and clovers and little wild flowers growing un-manicured in and around it.
All these unfortunately doesn't make for a very exciting post, but it was to me a completely charming end to the most ordinary of days.
Let's hope for more trips like these.
@ Truck Furniture Store & Bird Coffee
The sheer number of interesting cafes in Kyoto was so mind-boggling, I think we could have spent our entire trip cafe-hopping if we had wanted to.
But of course trying to do our usual nonbiri coffee time was impossible with a little one, so I settled for the few that really caught my eye.
This one was in an old public bathhouse. Isn't the interior beautiful?
@cafe sarasa nishijin
I remember it was cold that day in Arashiyama.
You probably can't tell from the pictures, but it was one of her mental leap days and she spent a lot of that day with me in tears under the nursing shawl. By the time she felt a bit better much of the day was gone and the plan for the day was completely askew. We didn't have enough time for the monkey park or the Saga romantic train (insert crying emoticon here) but on the flip side, everyone was largely gone by the time we reached the bamboo forest. I think I've never seen it so peaceful before.
On hindsight I wonder if given another chance I would bring the baby along a trip again. Before the baby, I've always felt it was a waste of money to travel with kids. Afterall, what would they remember, and what would they understand? But after this trip I realized that even without understanding, they could see, they could feel and they could respond, even if they remember nothing afterwards.
I'm babbling, but more than alphabets and flash cards or Baby Einstein videos, I want her to see and experience a bit of this bewildering and wonderful world.
"It is good to know something of the customs of different people in order to judge more soundly of our own, and so that we might not think that all that which is contrary to our ways be ridiculous or contrary to reason, as those who have seen nothing have the habit of doing."