THE SHOPPING IN OSAKA
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.
Orange Street was my kind of street though.
Full of small independents.
And old favourites.
The mandatory "I was in Osaka" shot, though I found the place too touristy and disappointing.
The reason why I love going to the shops in Japan, even if I seldom end up buying a lot.
At our all-time-favourite. Good ideas for rogue babies while mummies speed-shop.
Honey, I shrunk the Muji house.
Now I need to figure out how to shrink myself, because I want to move in.
As I was editing I was thinking, this travelogue is seriously in danger of becoming a baby blog *lol*
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