Gardens

One good thing happened in Osaka. We found this lovely garden. It was a respice after walking and walking and walking. We both desperately needed to rest the dogs and around 4:00 we stumbled into this garden.


We found a bench. Kicked up our heels. Opened a jar of sake (yes, a jar) and let out a deep sigh of relief. Exactly what we had been looking for.

Swat.

Swat.

Swat. Swat. Swat.

Ok Houstonians, what is that familiar refrain?

MOSQUITOS.

We hightailed it out of there. Grabbed our bags and made reservations for a two hour earlier train back to Kyoto.