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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Unlike my previous stop, Kurashiki wears its tourist heart on its sleeve. Quaintness is just oozing from the mortar and tile of the old granaries (kura) that line the “historical district”. [...]

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } So-called “debira” (which I take it is a type of flounder) drying out in the harbor of a quaint little fishing village of Tomo-no-Ura, south of Fukayama (2 hours east of [...]

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } I knew I would regret it if I succumbed to laziness and didn’t try to find a place to eat Hiroshima’s variant of okonomiyaki. Not eating meat, invariably when the questions [...]

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } My hotel in Hiroshima. The somewhat tacky sign you can see here highlighting their low rates is about the only uncool thing about the place. When you walk into the hotel, [...]

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } I know I probably committed a cultured tourist’s sin by foregoing Hiroshima’s famous okonomiyaki variety in favor of a falafel (but hey, gimme a little credit I didn’t go to McDonalds), [...]

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Not much one needs to say about this one.