Ah, Kyoto! A city that assaults the senses in the most delightful way. From the serene temples to the vibrant kimonos, there’s nary a dull moment. This morning found me amidst a bustling marketplace, a veritable feast for the eyes – and the nose! I must confess, some of the aromas are… acquired tastes, but a chap can’t claim to be a world traveler without a bit of adventurous sampling, now can he?
I found myself utterly captivated by a stall displaying the most extraordinary array of dried fish I’ve ever laid eyes upon. The vendor, a kindly fellow with a twinkle in his eye, was quite keen to explain the unique flavour profiles of each specimen. Curiosity, as always, got the better of me, and I purchased a small bag of what appears to be dried squid. I rather suspect it will be an “interesting” experience, but one must try these things, mustn’t one? I seemed to have fumbled a bit with my coin purse, a rather worn piece if I do say so myself. I must have misplaced my coin somewhere near the stall floor amidst the jostling crowd.
It’s moments like these, wandering through foreign markets, that make this grand adventure worthwhile. An average chap like myself, experiencing the extraordinary – what more could one ask for? I’ll be sure to let you know if the dried squid proves to be as adventurous as the rest of my day here in Kyoto.
Categories: Travel, History, 1932
Tags: Japanese Market, Dried Fish, Kyoto Travel, 1930s Japan, Culinary Adventure
