Japanese Breakfast

A good day.

No steamed rice, just very good music at the Old Fruitmarket. I found myself closing my eyes and letting my body move to the synthy sound of her voice. It was nice to dance.

Tom was here for lunch. Outlier sandwiches and catching up about his trip through memory lane in Berlin. Followed by an unintentional visit to another old friend, who greeted us with little interest but well poured coffee. So we enjoyed our coffee and moved on.

Working back through the day, before Tom there was GOMA, bookshops, more coffee.

As I said, a good day.