a big farmer's market. It seems to be a regular event both Saturday and Sunday.
I wandered and got some vegetables, leaf lettuce, and small jar of goat cheese/mushroom paté, tea from Shizuoka, etc. Some things were expensive, but others were no more, even less, than at the supermarket.
|This was all I could carry -- no rucksack. Lots more looked good!|
here). She was surprised that I knew the place.
So was the lady who sold me the black tea from Shizuoka (north Tenryugawa).
So was the couple who selling an Australian variety of apples from Nagano. I said "Nakano?" She was surprised I knew it was the apple capital of Nagano -- since Aomori and some other apples are better known in Tokyo. (I remembered a couple we talked with at Nozawa Onsen at the public footbath who said they came every year to buy apples at Nakano, down the valley.) I told her I had been there on my bicycle. She said "ahh, Shiga Kogen". Of course!
Just a few examples. All thanks to riding my bicycle around this country.
Despite hearing this morning on the news about Donald Trump's dystopian view of the world as expressed in his inaugural address, the world does not look grim. In fact, it looks like a pretty nice place.