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Jodie was telling me about some incredible soy milk she had. It came in a small black popper and tasted delicious, despite being unflavoured.

Tonight after eating at the local izakaya we went past a convenience store for dessert. Jodie got banana soy milk; I got the black one. The guys behind the counter seemed to think it was funny.

If only I had read the label! It’s still a bit of an effort. It turns out I bought high-quality black vinegar! But it’s clearly meant to be drunk – it came with a straw and everything. I guess it doesn’t taste that bad, but I had hoped to go to bed soon.

That is all.

Exactly one year after our first visit to Arashiyama, we returned in pursuit of momiji (red leaves). We saw no monkeys this time, but we had our first taste of winter in its damp (yet very beautiful) gardens.

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