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Florence – Day 3

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April 24 2026 – Friday

Today I was supposed to have a relaxed and calm morning. I got up fairly early, driven by the desire to have tiramisu for breakfast. Unusual, I know, but I absolutely had to eat tiramisu in Italy, and there wasn’t really any other occasion to squeeze it in. So, I very purposefully headed to a posh café called Rivoire, on Piazza della Signoria with a view of Palazzo Vecchio, and treated myself to an omelette (for protein and balance) and an excellent small portion of tiramisu.


After that, I had a free morning before my Chianti tour, and again on Claude’s recommendation, I decided to visit the Basilica of Santa Croce. Entry cost 10 euros.

But it was fascinating, and overall, I actually liked the interior way more than the Duomo’s. There were various frescoes, as well as the tombs of famous people – Galileo, Michelangelo, Dante, Machiavelli, Rossini.

After the basilica there wasn’t particularly much else to do, so I found a specialty coffee shop and spent some time there. I noticed a man ordering a croissant with a Nutella filling and a coffee. And he paid 3.5 euros for all of it. Honestly, that shocked me, because in both London and especially Baku, the coffee alone would cost more than that. And here it was 3.5 euros!

For an early lunch I planned to have another one of those schiacciata sandwiches. I found a couple of highly rated places and, once there, chose the one with the shorter queue and got another salami sandwich – honestly, it feels like I’m surviving entirely on cured meats here.

On Piazza della Signoria I came across some kind of celebration – today, April 25th, is a national holiday in Italy, Liberation Day from Fascist occupation.

And by 2pm I arrived at the Santa Maria Novella railway station, which was the meeting point for our Chianti wine tour.

While waiting for the tour, I met an American woman who told me her daughter lives in Barcelona and she had been visiting her. Her husband doesn’t like travelling, so she mostly travels without him. She had absolutely no idea what Azerbaijan was, though she admitted herself that Americans aren’t particularly strong at geography. Her parents were from Latin America, so she speaks excellent Spanish, and even spoke to the guide in Spanish rather than English. She said that ever since she was young, she’d been used to the idea that in Europe it’s better not to advertise that you’re American – and now, with the arrival of the “orange man”, as she called him, even more so.

As for the tour itself, the drive there took an hour and the drive back another hour, while we spent about two hours there. We went to Monteriggioni, in the Chianti region of Tuscany, roughly between Florence and Siena, to a winery called Poggio ai Laghi. It turned out not to be quite what I had expected, because I had imagined something outdoors, surrounded by those famous Tuscan vineyard landscapes.

In reality, they only showed us the vineyards briefly from the side and allowed us to take photos there, but there was no actual walk outdoors. We spent most of the time inside, where we tasted seven wines. Yes, it was interesting, tasty and informative, but not entirely what I had imagined.

As for the wine itself, there are fairly strict rules for producing Chianti Classico. Firstly, at least 80% of the grapes must be the local Sangiovese variety. Secondly, the vineyards are not artificially irrigated and rely entirely on rainfall, so naturally wines from different years vary.

We first tried a sparkling white wine, then a regular white, which I didn’t particularly like because it tasted rather watery.

After that we tried three red wines, all very different. One was a younger Classico, the second a Riserva with a strong cherry flavour, which I liked the most, and the third was an IGT – not necessarily a lower category, but apparently with a lower required percentage of the grape variety.

What was interesting was that before, when people talked about notes of tobacco, leather and so on, it never really meant anything to me. But when you actually taste these different wines, you really can notice the differences and all those flavour notes. At the end we also had a dessert wine.

Alongside all this there were snacks – we got to try their balsamic vinegar, olive oils (including truffle oil), and of course cheese, a couple of types of salami, prosciutto and bread. Honestly, after all that I barely even needed dinner, because I kept snacking throughout the tasting.

And toward the end, while we were already slowly getting ready to leave, one of the administrators caught us and offered us two additional wines that hadn’t been included in the tasting itself. One was an Classico Riserva, and the other was something called Donna Ava, apparently the winery’s most expensive wine, reserved for special occasions, as he put it.

I’ve always said I can’t tell the difference between a 10-euro wine and a 100-euro wine, but if you actually taste different wines side by side, you really can tell.

Although to be fair, the cheaper wines there weren’t 10 euros – they were more like 40–50. Those prices included shipping to various countries, but there was one price for the EU and the US, and another for the rest of the world – and our post-Brexit United Kingdom naturally falls into “the rest of the world.” They did say they could offer me some sort of discount, but the problem was that I couldn’t take the wine with me because I didn’t have checked luggage, and deliveries required a minimum order of six bottles, so I declined.

They also said they don’t sell these wines to restaurants or shops, only exclusively at the winery itself. Each bottle features a woman on the label – every wine is dedicated to the medieval noblewoman Donna Ava of Monteriggioni or one of her seven maidservants (Lucilla, Oletta, Nina, Arania, Aranda, Arella and Firmina).

The symbol of Chianti Classico is a black rooster on the bottle. There is a legend about this. Historically, Florence and Siena were always rivals. One day, to establish the border between the two cities, it was agreed that after the first rooster crowed at sunrise, riders from each city would set out toward each other, and the border would be placed where they met. The people of Siena chose a white rooster, while the Florentines chose a black one and deliberately kept it hungry. As a result, the starving rooster crowed way before dawn, allowing the Florentine rider to set off earlier and ride almost all the way to Siena.

When we got back, naturally I didn’t feel like having dinner anymore, but I did feel like ice cream, so I walked once more toward the river and the bridge and had some gelato.

I ended up doing 23,000 steps that day, and by noon alone I had already done 10,000 – despite the fact that this was supposed to be a relaxed morning.

It was my last day in Florence – tomorrow morning I’m heading back.

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Florence – Day 2

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April 24 2026 – Friday

Today I slept very poorly, because at 4:30am some large vehicle – either a garbage truck or a street-cleaning machine, I couldn’t quite tell – pulled up right under my window and stayed in the same spot for at least an hour, making unbelievably loud noises. I never figured out what it was doing there, since I couldn’t properly see it from my window, but it was impossible to sleep, and I only managed to drift off for a bit once it had left, even though I then had to get up early for all my tours.

I don’t have breakfast at the hotel, so in the morning I went straight to a bar right opposite as soon as it opened. It’s a traditional kind of place – coffee in the morning, wine in the evening. I went in literally as the woman working there opened the shutters, and at the same time quite a few other people came in. I sat down to eat and watch people, and came to the conclusion that these coffee bars are the local equivalent of our “day-day kafesi” (“cafes for uncles”), because the entire time I was there, various working-looking men kept coming in for a quick espresso, drinking it right at the counter, exchanging a few words with the barista or each other, and leaving.

I had a ticket to the Accademia Gallery for 9am, and there was a bit of a hiccup. The booking page showed two locations on the map: one was the entrance to the gallery, and the other was supposedly the meeting point with an agency representative who was meant to exchange my voucher for an actual ticket. It said something like, “our staff in yellow vests will meet you there”.

I arrived and saw the gallery entrance with a queue, along with various representatives from different agencies – but not the one I needed. Meanwhile, Google Maps sent me in a completely different direction, where there was no sign at all, and the meeting point was marked in front of what looked like a hotel. Then a couple approached the same spot, with phones in hand, also looking for the people in yellow vests – but there weren’t any.

I started to suspect that this probably wasn’t the right place, and after unsuccessful attempts to call or message anyone on WhatsApp, we collectively decided to go back to the gallery, queue up, and try to get in with the voucher.

In the end, we joined the 9am queue (there was a separate one for each time slot), and when it was our turn, we were told that we did indeed need to exchange the vouchers and pointed to not one, but three people in yellow vests standing nearby. Of course, it was a completely different location – the street number was correct, but somehow Google Maps sent us to the wrong place.

Anyway, everything worked out, and at 9am sharp I walked into the gallery. I should say I came to the conclusion that museums and galleries need to be approached strategically. No one has the time or energy to see everything. For example, in this case, you know you’re going there to see David, so you plan everything around David.

So, I didn’t waste much time looking at the paintings in the first room, just gave them a quick glance and went straight to David. On the way, there were also the four unfinished sculptures of “Slaves” that Michelangelo was working on for the tomb of Pope Julius II.

David itself, of course, immediately stands out – it’s huge, five metres tall. Interestingly, the proportions are intentionally distorted – the head and right hand are unnaturally large, because the sculpture was meant to be viewed from below. Also, it’s carved from a single block of marble that had previously been considered defective and that no one wanted to work with.

All in all, I spent no more than half an hour in the Accademia Gallery and moved on. I then had a ticket to the Uffizi Gallery for 11am. On the way, I stopped for an espresso in one of the coffee bars – the espresso here could wake the dead, which was very helpful after a half-sleepless night.


At the Uffizi there were also different queues for different time slots, and it turned out that although I had booked for 11, I was assigned the nearest available slot at 11:30. There was no point trying to get in earlier, so in the meantime I looked at the sculptures in the open-air Loggia dei Lanzi, including Cellini’s “Perseus with the Head of Medusa.” There’s also another David nearby – a replica, of course. I had some delicious dark chocolate gelato, and then went back to the Uffizi.

While I was standing in line, a Russian-speaking couple arrived and casually squeezed into the middle of the queue. Only my very unfriendly look ensured that they moved behind me rather than in front of me.

I have to say, despite the unfriendly look, I was really looking forward to visiting the Uffizi. It gave me goosebumps to think that someone had created a sculpture or painted a picture, and 500 years later people are spending money and standing in queues in order to see their work.

I approached this gallery strategically as well and selected eight paintings I absolutely had to see: Botticelli’s Birth of Venus and Primavera, Lippi’s Madonna and Child with Two Angels, Michelangelo’s Doni Tondo, Raphael’s Madonna of the Goldfinch, Leonardo da Vinci’s Annunciation, Titian’s Venus of Urbino, and Caravaggio’s Medusa. I planned my entire route around these with the help of ChatGPT, to be as efficient as possible and see everything. All the other paintings I saw were along this route. As a result, I enjoyed this visit enormously, which is not always the case with museums and galleries.

The visit took about an hour and a half, which, in my opinion, is more than enough to avoid getting too tired and not to spread your attention too thinly. Afterwards, feeling completely satisfied, I went for lunch – beef sirloin with arugula and parmesan. This time I skipped wine, and as it soon became clear, that was a very wise decision.

Next on the agenda, with a pre-booked ticket, was climbing Giotto’s Campanile next to the Duomo (the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore) at 4:30pm. I still had plenty of time, which I decided to spend walking around the cathedral to see it from all sides.

Entry to the cathedral was free, though with a small queue, so I decided to go inside as well. I have to say, from the outside the cathedral is absolutely stunning – I would probably call it one of the most beautiful, if not the most beautiful, I’ve ever seen. But inside, it didn’t strike me as anything extraordinary. I’ve seen much more impressive cathedrals – there’s no comparison at all with the Sagrada Família, for example. The only really striking feature is the dome and its frescoes.


After that, I went to see the San Lorenzo Market. The market consists of an outdoor section with souvenir and leather stalls, and a covered food hall with produce vendors – cheeses, meats, snacks, sandwiches. I imagine it must be packed at lunchtime, but I went in the afternoon – there were people, but not even all the stalls were open anymore.

And finally – the bell tower, and this was quite an adventure. I keep telling myself never to climb another tower again, but somehow I always end up doing it anyway.

Compared to Venice, where the Campanile takes you up and down by lift and all you have to do is enjoy the view, this is nothing like that.

To reach the top viewing platform, you have to climb 414 steps. When I googled it, it didn’t seem too bad, because I’m usually afraid of spiral staircases, and the photos showed straight ones. And they were straight at first. Very narrow, though, with people going both up and down at the same time, squeezing past each other – and there were no railings at all, just bare stone walls.

The worst part was that in the end there was indeed a spiral staircase leading to the very top. I made it up, trying not to think about how I’d get down later.

Of course, the view from the top is stunning – you see the Duomo dome at eye level, looking at the people standing there, while they look back at you. But the descent was honestly a nightmare. I had a proper panic attack – it was already scary going down, there was nothing to hold onto, and on top of everything there was a constant flow of people climbing up, so I had to stand in awkward positions waiting for them to pass. At one point, some Italians even asked (in Italian!) if I was scared and offered me their arms to hold onto.

I somehow made it down, and once again I swear I will never climb another tower again! And yes, good thing I didn’t have wine at lunch – this was not exactly fun even when completely sober.

By then it was already getting close to dinner time – a bit early, but I was quite hungry, so I headed to the LiVio pizzeria, which had been recommended to me as one of the best in town. And unlike the rather mediocre pizza I had in Venice, this one really was excellent.


My food adventures didn’t end there, because after dinner I decided to have a limoncello spritz elsewhere, and was unexpectedly served a complimentary bruschetta with tomatoes.

In general, I’m definitely eating much more than usual here – more fat, more sugar, more carbs in general. But I believe that any trip is also a chance to immerse yourself in the culinary culture of a place, alongside everything else, so I don’t regret anything!

After all that, I wandered around a bit more near my hotel – exploring parts of the area I hadn’t seen yet.

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Florence – Day 1

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April 23 2026 – Thursday

So, today I arrived in Florence. Early in the morning I headed to City Airport – it’s the one most conveniently located for me, just half an hour from home. Once again at boarding they threatened us with having to check in our hand luggage, but thankfully some volunteers stepped forward, so my little suitcase stayed with me, and there was even space for it in the overhead compartment right above my seat.

But on arrival I still had to queue for ages, because across the entire Schengen area there’s now a new entry-exit system with biometric checks. I don’t fully understand how it works, because once you’ve submitted your biometrics, they’re supposedly valid for three years, yet everyone still has to queue anyway. At least I was quite near the front and only waited about half an hour, while behind me there was still a whole crowd of people.

After getting through, I took the tram – its final stop, San Marco, is about a 10-minute walk from my hotel. I walked past the Accademia Gallery and saw a very impressive queue there, then past the famous sandwich place All’Antico Vinaio, where the queue was even more impressive (I will definitely try Florentine sandwiches, but not here – Google suggested that although this place is very popular, it’s deteriorated a lot because of tourist hype, and there are much better panini places around).

While I was on my way, someone from the hotel was messaging me on WhatsApp, asking me to let them know when I was on the tram, when I was at the door, and saying they would open it remotely and come down in five minutes. Basically, it felt like there was only one person working there. After five minutes, a pleasant woman named Marta came and showed me to a very spacious and, I’d even say, quite grand room.

I left my things, freshened up a bit, and then went out with the mission of getting myself a sandwich for lunch at one of the Google-approved panini spots. These places specialise in traditional hot sandwiches made from a local type of focaccia (called schiacciata), filled with Tuscan cured meats, cheeses, and other ingredients. Another very popular filling is lampredotto – basically beef tripe – but that option is immediately off the table for me.

The Pino’s panineria also had a queue, but it was manageable, and I got myself a sandwich with salami, pecorino cheese, sun-dried tomatoes, peppers, and some kind of spicy sauce – it was very tasty.

And after the great lunch, it was time to go for a walk and get to know the city a little bit. My hotel is right next to the Old Town, but I’m planning to properly explore it tomorrow, when I have tickets booked for museums and for Giotto’s bell tower.

For today, the plan was to cross to the other side of the Arno River via the famous Ponte Vecchio, walk around the historic Oltrarno district on the left bank, have dinner there, and before that head up to Piazzale Michelangelo, which has something like a hilltop park and a viewing platform overlooking the city.

A couple of observations about Florence. There are a lot of people in the city centre – not quite the same level of madness as in Venice, but still a lot of tourists, especially Americans, British, Turks, and French. The central streets are narrow, and therefore, the pavements are very narrow too, and people stroll along them slowly and casually, so you can’t really get past.

On these narrow streets, you often see bags of rubbish placed outside doorways, which isn’t particularly nice. And in the city centre there’s also a bit of a sewage smell – interestingly, it’s not Venice with its canals, but it still smells a bit.

Around Ponte Vecchio, and along the bridge itself, there’s an abundance of jewellery shops – as in Florence in general – and also many shops selling leather goods: bags, jackets, gloves, and so on. The famous Italian leather! There are also plenty of places to eat – those same panini spots, wine bars, gelaterias, traditional trattorias and osterias, and all sorts of other places.


The bridge itself, and the yellow-orange houses hanging over the river, actually reminded me of Girona in Catalonia, Spain.
 
First, I walked around the Oltrarno area – it’s essentially also part of the historic centre, most of which lies on the other, right bank of the river. There are sights here too, like the Pitti Palace, but I won’t be visiting it. I wandered around a bit, checked out some of the shops, and then headed on foot along the river toward Piazzale Michelangelo and its viewing point.

Up to that moment, I hadn’t really had that “wow” feeling from the beauty yet (though I hadn’t actually been into the Old Town properly). But when you climb up to the viewpoint and look out over the river, and see the Duomo, the bridges, and other landmarks on the opposite side – then yes, it’s truly breathtaking.

I took loads of photos, and then went down into the nearby Rose Garden, with its many green terraces and even more beautiful views of the city. And most importantly, all this greenery and the landscape look absolutely Tuscan – even if you’ve only ever seen Tuscany in photos before, you immediately recognise it.

The Rose Garden then turns into a Japanese garden – overall I really liked it here, with people sitting on the grass, sunbathing, eating and drinking.

From there I went back to Oltrarno, as it was already getting close to dinner time and I had a restaurant booked there. I tried pasta with wild boar ragù (honestly, it’s basically just like Russian-style makarony po-flotski, even if it’s made with boar) and had a glass of Chianti.

Continuing the overall impression, I’d note that everyone everywhere speaks English, and in general it feels like everything is geared toward tourists, with signs and menus automatically duplicated in English. Though maybe that’s just the case in the city centre.

As for the weather, it’s very good – I’d say late April is the perfect time for Florence. Nights and mornings are quite cool, around 5–7 degrees, but during the day it’s about 25, sunny, basically summer weather.

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Venice – Day 2

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October 26 – Sunday

The second day started very early, but luckily the clocks changed today, so I gained an extra hour. I ended up waking at 6am – earlier than I needed to, by the way – and packed my suitcase, since I’m moving to another hotel today, closer to the airport, to make things easier for my very early flight.

To kill some time before breakfast, I decided to take a short walk in the area, especially since I hadn’t actually seen St Mark’s Square yet. I have a tour of St Mark’s Basilica (and a few other landmarks) planned for today, but I wanted to see everything in the morning, before the crowds and before the marathon – which is the reason today’s island tour meeting point was moved.

Breakfast at the hotel didn’t strike me as anything special, but it was fine. After breakfast, I left my suitcase in the storage room and set off along the route I already knew toward the statue of Bartolomeo Colleoni. It was a very pleasant walk through early-morning Venice, before the city got too crowded.

I found my group and our guide very easily. The guide – a very nice woman named Serena – shared lots of interesting facts about Venice throughout the journey. For example, that Venice, built on rather marshy terrain, has actually been standing on wooden piles for over 15 centuries, and due to the anaerobic conditions, these piles haven’t just not rotted, but they have basically turned to stone.

She also mentioned that the “fish” shape of Venice on the map is actually not a single island, but a multitude of smaller ones, each separated by canals, many of which are manmade.

During high tide – the so-called acqua alta – the city sometimes floods, and we’ll come back to that later. But for now, here’s an interesting fact: in 2019, there was one of the worst floods in recent decades (only once in history has the water been higher), which caused significant damage to St Mark’s Basilica. As a result, a super-expensive flood defence system was built, made up of gates and dams – but it’s so costly to operate that it’s only used in absolute emergency cases.

Apparently, in recent years there’s also been a trend of residents moving out of the city to the mainland and renting their homes out on Airbnb, because, firstly, it’s become expensive to live in Venice; secondly, it’s overcrowded with tourists; and thirdly, it’s simply inconvenient to live on a massive pedestrian-only territory, where you can’t even get close to your house with e.g. heavy shopping bags. So, there’s a real risk that in the near future, Venice will essentially turn into a giant open-air museum.

Meanwhile, listening to all these fascinating stories, we arrived at the island of Murano, world-famous for its glassmaking – I think everyone’s heard of Murano glass.

On the way, Serena pointed out some tiny islands – some with abandoned monasteries, one with an active monastery (where you can stay overnight, but only for spiritual purposes), and another with a Michelin-starred vineyard that produces the very expensive Venissa wine from slightly salty local grapes.

As for Murano glassmaking, the glass furnaces were originally moved here from Venice proper, both for fire safety reasons and to maintain strict secrecy of the techniques. We were taken to a workshop – on Sundays, the industrial furnaces don’t operate, but they still do demonstrations for tourists. First, the master glassblower (yes, he actually blew glass using a blowing pipe) made a vase for us – and to show how hot it was, the guide threw a piece of paper inside and it instantly burst into flames. Then, without blowing, the master made a small glass horse in under five minutes.

We were told that most shops in Venice claiming to sell Murano glass are actually selling fakes, whereas here, at their showroom, everything is authentic and comes with a certificate. Well, who am I to resist buying a couple of pieces of jewellery?

With some time left before the boat, I tried walking to the centre of the island, but there was nothing interesting there at all, so I quickly returned.

From Murano we went to Burano. This one was a much more picturesque island. Originally a fishing village, it’s known for its colourful houses. One theory says the houses were painted bright colours so fishermen could easily find their homes; another says it helped distinguish between families with the same surname. In any case, all houses really are painted different colours, and you’re not allowed to repaint them.

Burano is also famous for its lace, but sadly this craft is dying out, because the youngest lacemakers are already over 70, and the new generation isn’t interested in such painstaking manual work. We were taken to a lace shop where we saw one of these elderly lacemakers at work. We were told that each lacemaker specialises in a specific type of stitch.

Then we had about an hour of free time. Serena strongly recommended trying the local biscuits, but I didn’t feel like biscuits – instead, I treated myself to a big coffee and hazelnut gelato, had a coffee, and went for a walk and took photos.

We came back to Venice around lunchtime, and I went to a well-reviewed pizzeria – but to be honest, I can’t say it was the best pizza I’d ever had. Maybe pizza just has to be eaten in Naples, or maybe I just ended up in an overrated tourist spot.

After lunch, I headed to the Basilica to make it in time for my tour. And good thing I went early, because I saw firsthand what acqua alta actually looks like! I’d already noticed on Burano that the canals were starting to overflow, with water coming out of manholes.

Well, the same thing was happening in St Mark’s Square, which is the lowest point in Venice. It was seriously flooded – the slowest marathon runners were still finishing the race, while in some parts of the square the water was already ankle-deep or more. And all this without a single drop of rain, purely from the tide. It was impossible to reach the Basilica without getting your feet wet, and I couldn’t get across the square to the tour meeting point – I had to go around the perimeter and still got a bit soaked.

There were quite a few kiosks on the square where enterprising vendors – the ones normally selling scarves to visitors who forgot to cover their shoulders for religious buildings – suddenly pulled out some kind of plastic overshoes or knee-high boots (clearly, this is a common occurrence!) and started selling them. Our guide said we’d have to walk through water to get into the Basilica, so we’d be better off either taking our shoes off or buying those covers – I did the latter.

I saw the Basilica, with its amazing mosaics, and went up to the second-floor museum, displaying various relics, Byzantine artefacts, and fragments of older mosaics. I also stepped out onto the terrace and watched the last marathon runners down below.

Next on the tour was the Doge’s Palace, right next door, where I looked at different rooms. The ceilings were truly luxurious, covered in gold leaf, paintings, and genuine masterpieces by famous Venetian artists. The palace also includes a prison, connected with the main building by the so-called Bridge of Sighs – named for the fact that prisoners would see the outside world for the last time through its window and, presumably, sigh.

I finished the tour earlier than expected, so I had some time before my visit to the bell tower (Campanile) of St Mark’s. I strolled along the promenade, where the marathon barriers had already been removed. The crowd was enormous – apparently a mix of marathon finishers and other tourists.

I ended up getting into the Campanile half an hour earlier than my booked slot – fortunately, they let me in. The whole attraction is the viewing platform at the top, which you reach by lift. I happened to be there right at sunset, and got to see Venice from above in the evening light, taking some beautiful photos.

In the evening, I had to move to a different hotel near the airport, as I have a very early flight tomorrow, as mentioned, and running around pedestrian-only Venice at 4am looking for transfer options didn’t seem like a great idea.

Before that, I decided to have dinner – something light, after the pizza earlier – and I wanted to try local cicchetti. This Venetian speciality consists of small tapas-like bites with all kinds of toppings, the most famous being a paste made from dried cod, called baccalà.

I tried two types of cicchetti with cod, one with salmon, and one with salami – and I liked them all!

Then I picked up my suitcase from the first hotel and set off. First, I took a vaporetto (water bus) from near the Rialto Bridge, and then a regular bus from Piazzale Roma to the airport area. Initially, I thought I’d walk to Piazzale Roma, but then I found out I’d have to take a boat partway anyway, so I ended up just taking the vaporetto.

The hotel’s location was very odd – I had to get off the bus right in the middle of a highway, with no pavement or footpath in sight, and then walk for about 10 minutes. But at least tomorrow at 4:30 a.m., the shuttle will pick me up and get me to the airport in just 5 minutes.

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Venice – Day 1

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October 25 – Saturday

Well, my two-day trip to Venice began early on Saturday morning at Heathrow Airport with a (fortunately, the only) negative moment: due to a full flight, non-priority passengers were forced to check in their hand luggage (apparently, British Airways does this quite often – although before, I had only encountered them offering this as a voluntary option).

So, upon arrival I had to wait a bit for the suitcase, whereas otherwise I would’ve been out in literally seconds. I asked at the airport how best to get to the San Marco area – and got sold a ticket for the Alilaguna water bus. Marco Polo Airport is located on the mainland, and Venice is essentially an archipelago of more than a hundred islands. On board the water bus, munching on protein bars so as not to waste time on a very late lunch afterwards, I studied the route and realised it would take me a whole hour and forty minutes, as the water bus circles all around central Venice, and San Marco is one of the final stops. Whereas if I got off at one of the early stops in the Cannaregio area, about 30 minutes in, I could reach the hotel on foot in about 20 minutes. The city centre is pedestrian-only, so taking a taxi to the hotel wasn’t an option at all.

That’s exactly what I ended up doing, and right away I was able to enjoy the beauty of Venice, with its canals and gondolas. Of course, dragging a suitcase through crowds of people and hauling it over countless canal bridges wasn’t exactly convenient, but it wasn’t a disaster either. First impressions: beautiful, crowded, and a bit smelly (from the canal water).

For the evening, I had a gondola ride and dinner planned, with about an hour of free time between hotel check-in and those. I decided to walk around the centre – first, to find the meeting point for tomorrow’s morning Murano and Burano island tour (it was supposed to be just five minutes from the hotel, at St. Mark’s Square, but, as “luck” would have it, there was going to be a marathon in Venice tomorrow, so I received a message saying that the meeting point had been moved somewhere near the equestrian statue of Bartolomeo Colleoni about a 20-minute walk away). Second, I’d downloaded a walking route through the centre that crossed the Grand Canal twice (Venice’s main waterway), including over the famous Rialto Bridge.

Everything was, of course, beautiful – the bridge, the views – I took so many amazing photos! The only “but”, as I said, was that the crowds were really, REALLY huge – and this isn’t even high tourist season (although I’m not so sure).

Eventually, I walked to the gondola tour meeting point – basically a kiosk. There were already other people waiting there with questioning looks, and we all came to the conclusion that we were in the right spot – which turned out to be true: soon a guide arrived and led us to our gondolas.

This should have been the time to enjoy the Venetian canals and life in general, but, as usual, I couldn’t avoid some anxiety. I checked the website of the restaurant I had booked for dinner – Gio’s at the St. Regis – and to my horror saw that their dinner dress code was “elegant.” I wasn’t just not dressed elegantly, I hadn’t even brought anything but jeans and trainers.

In the end, I decided to focus on the gondola ride for now and later go to the restaurant in person to see whether they would let me in – hoping that, even if not, it wouldn’t count as a late cancellation for which I’d be charged €100. The gondola ride was lovely, the canals were very pleasant (even though somewhat smelly), and the gondoliers were shouting something to each other along the way (in Venetian dialect, by the way – totally incomprehensible). Naturally, Venetians themselves don’t ride gondolas – those are purely a tourist attraction now, though in the past they were the main mode of transport around the city. These days, there are water taxis and water buses (called vaporetto). Incidentally, by law passed back in the 17th century, all gondolas in Venice are traditionally black – although before that, they came in all sorts of colours.

I arrived at the restaurant well in advance to find out whether I would be able to get in. When I asked about the dress code, they said, “No problem, don’t worry at all.” And since it wasn’t dinner time yet, they seated me on the terrace with a view of the Grand Canal and the Santa Maria della Salute church on the opposite bank, and offered me an aperitif. I really enjoyed this very expensive aperitif – it cost me €40.

But that was just the beginning, because then came the dinner itself, which cost me whopping €160 including wine. But… what a dinner it was! For me, it was completely worth it. I chose the five-course tasting menu (calling them “courses” is a bit of a stretch – the portions were tiny, as expected in fine dining).

The service was impeccable – every dish came with commentary and explanations, and when I asked where the bathroom was, they walked me all the way to the door. At one point they even brought me a book with Monet’s Venetian paintings, which he had painted from this very hotel – just like that, “Here, take a look.”

The first course was carpaccio of raw red tuna in some kind of tomato sauce – I don’t usually like raw tuna, so I don’t even know how they managed it, but it turned out to be a masterpiece. Then there was pasta with blue lobster – it wasn’t actually blue, but apparently is when raw – not bad, though the pasta portion was tiny. The third course was pieces of sea bass – according to the menu, in some anchovy-based sauce, with chicory – and that was a true masterpiece, I’m not afraid to say. Then came a pre-dessert made of fermented grapes and fennel sorbet – quite original. And the actual dessert was a variation on tiramisu, also very tasty.

After dinner, I walked back to the hotel to rest. By the way, one observation – Venetians speak pretty good English. I had previously mostly been to southern Italy, and my impression from there was that few people spoke English in Italy. But Venice completely disproved that impression.

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Portugal – Day 5

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April 19 – Friday

On the last day, we were very unlucky with the weather. Rain had been in the forecast all week, and it did come – fortunately, only in the afternoon.

We got up, had breakfast, and then made a second attempt to get into the Majestic Café and have coffee there. We got in, but there was nothing special about it – all its popularity is nothing more than tourist hype. A café like any other.

Then we tried to get into Livraria Lello – the most famous bookstore in Porto, said to have inspired the idea of Hogwarts. As is known, J.K. Rowling lived in Porto for a while, and it was supposedly in the Majestic Café that she wrote Harry Potter. To be honest, I can’t imagine how anyone could write in such a loud and pompous place, but then again, I’m not Rowling! We didn’t get into Livraria – same story, a huge queue. Later we found out that entry is paid and costs 5 euros, but we gave up anyway.

We decided to go shopping and went to the Via Rua Catarina shopping centre, where we did quite well. There are both local Portuguese brands and European ones. We also had lunch at the food court. And when we came out, it was already pouring rain. We had to buy umbrellas right then and there.

Somehow we ran back to the hotel and rested. In the evening, we had a light show planned in the centre, at the Clérigos Church. We left a little early, hoping to climb the Clérigos Tower first, but in such weather – barely making it to Clérigos in short dashes – we decided against climbing any towers.

I really liked the light show. It lasted for half an hour and was a kind of combination of old (baroque!) and new technologies – essentially a very spectacular and colorful digital animation with beautiful orchestral music.

In the evening, we had dinner with traditional Portuguese fado. The dinner included a starter, main course, dessert, and half a bottle of wine – everything was very tasty. I also really enjoyed the performance – such soulful romances.

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Japan – Day 10

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1 June 2025

Well, today is the last full (and generally significant – since tomorrow can be ignored) day in Japan. We woke up in Kyoto, again quite early, got ready, and went straight with our suitcases to have breakfast at a very nice café, called Tsumugi, near the station. We had sandwiches – as always, on thick slices of Japanese milk bread.

Once again, we noticed groups of schoolchildren in uniform walking around everywhere – the only surprising thing was that this was happening on a Sunday. Apparently, they also have excursions, trips, or extracurricular activities on weekends.

Then – yet another Shinkansen and a two-hour ride from Kyoto back to Tokyo. This time we had a different hotel, and in a different area – Shinjuku. From Shinjuku Station – by the way, the busiest railway station in the world (although we arrived there by subway, as the Shinkansen doesn’t go to Shinjuku but to Tokyo Station) – we really struggled to drag our suitcases to the hotel, not least because we exited the station from the wrong side (and the right exit is very hard to find!).

In broad daylight, we didn’t immediately recognise the area, but we turned out to be just steps away from the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building – the one we visited earlier for its observation deck.

For today, we had planned a visit to the teamLab Planets museum. I don’t even know how to describe it properly – something like a digital art museum with immersive effects. But more on that in a moment.

Before that, we wanted to get lunch and found an interesting restaurant nearby – this time an American one – but when we got there, we saw a queue and realized we wouldn’t make it in time. The restaurant was in the skyscraper business district near Tochomae Station, and unlike other places (where, as we remember, there are 528 eateries per square meter!), there was nothing else nearby. We even went down into the subway to the station where a sign pointed to restaurants, but on a Sunday everything was closed – except for one Chinese place, which wasn’t exactly a diner, but a restaurant in the spirit of one.

Luckily, they served us Chinese food really quickly, and we got to the museum on time – it’s located quite far away, in the Toyosu area, with a river and skyscrapers, which strongly reminded me of my dearly loved Canary Wharf in London.

Now about the museum – it was a very interesting experience. I really liked it, although the coloured lighting was a bit much for my taste in some places.

The museum features different elements – water, a garden, a forest. In one installation, you walk barefoot through knee-deep water with glowing patterns on the surface (including koi carp) that constantly change. In another, you find yourself surrounded by live orchids, and it’s not immediately clear how to get out. In another room, you’re immersed in a space filled with large glowing spheres that you have to push aside – and when you touch them, they change colour. In general, it’s truly full immersion.

There’s also an interactive part – “Catching and Collecting Forest” – where you can “catch” animals that appear on the walls and floors using a smartphone app (we didn’t try it, but from the outside, it looked like something similar to Pokémon GO). In another “forest,” called “Athletic Forest,” you’re supposed to interact with three-dimensional space – climb on things, move along swings. It’s probably aimed more at kids – though we did jump on a trampoline.

I didn’t really understand the name Planets – I had a vague idea of what to expect from the museum, but I thought there would be a space theme. There wasn’t, so what the planets had to do with it remained a mystery to me.

After the museum, we made a second attempt to eat at the American restaurant – this time successfully: after just 10 minutes of waiting, we were seated. We ordered a delicious steak, but the main draw was the unlimited salad bar. And that’s when we realised just how much we had missed simple salads and vegetables during all these days of Japanese food – we really went for those cucumbers and cabbage!

Then we returned to the hotel and, after a bit of rest, Rena left for the airport to fly to Baku via Dubai. I’m staying until tomorrow morning, and then I’ll take another long, direct flight back to London. That’s the end of our trip to Japan! It turned out to be a wonderful journey – and at the same time, I feel like I’ve had my fill of Japan, in the best possible sense. Not that I got tired of it, but more that I feel fully satisfied, having being able to do and see everything I wanted to. As they say, I’ve “closed the gestalt.”

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Japan – Day 9

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31 May 2025

Today is our last day in Kyoto. We woke up very early again and had breakfast in a French café.

Since it was early, we decided to go to Gion again and take another look at the geisha quarter and the streets around the Yasaka Pagoda, which we hadn’t properly explored a couple of days ago when it was crowded and we were in a rush. We figured there would be fewer people at this time – and we were right. Of course, there were the occasional enthusiastic Chinese tourists who got up early and even dressed in kimonos to take photos before the crowds arrived. But overall, there weren’t many people, so we were able to enjoy the Yasaka Pagoda and the historic streets of Ninenzaka and Sannenzaka in relative peace.

However, we still didn’t manage to spend a lot of time there – we were feeling cold, and it also started to rain. I’ve actually been joking that the head of the local meteorological service should commit hara-kiri – the forecasts here are so unreliable that you almost need to do the opposite of what they tell you. For example, yesterday the forecast promised cool weather and rain, but not a drop fell – it was 26 degrees, hot and stuffy. And today, on the contrary, it promised 23–24 degrees, with sunshine, and zero chance of rain – but couldn’t even forecast an hour ahead, because it was grey and chilly, and the rain started almost immediately.

So we went back to the hotel to change clothes and grab an umbrella, and then we went our separate ways. I went to the Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine, while Rena had already been there on her last visit and didn’t want to go a second time. Not surprising – the shrine is located on Mount Inari, and the main shrine is at the top. The whole round trip takes about two hours, so doing it once is probably enough.

The temple is famous for the more than ten thousand orange torii gates that line the entire route up and down the mountain, forming tunnels of gates you walk through. I arrived around mid-morning, and there was an absolute sea of people. Especially at the entrance to the first “corridor” of torii gates, there was a continuous flow. Everyone was trying to take photos, but there was hardly any space to move.

Apparently, people didn’t realize that the torii gates would continue all the way to the top of the mountain – or maybe they just didn’t feel like climbing there. Some were dressed in kimonos, some even in evening dresses – where would you go in heels or socks with flip-flops up a mountain?

To be honest, I wasn’t planning to go all the way to the top either. I thought I’d climb a little, take some photos of the gates from different angles, see a few shrines, and call it a day. But then, for some reason, I got caught up in the excitement – maybe it was the signs at each rest stop showing how much further to the summit. Especially that the higher you go, the fewer people there are. I was able to peacefully explore the shrines and the torii gates – for example, the back of each gate is covered in kanji. It might seem like some sacred texts, but it’s actually just the names of those who donated each gate – there are even a few rare inscriptions in Latin script. The route isn’t one straight path – there are forks leading to smaller, secondary shrines, and rest areas with toilets, a small shop, and an ice cream stand.

One route led up, the other down. In the end, very few people made it to the summit, so I could take photos in peace. By then, though, I was completely drenched in sweat – and that was despite the spitting rain and cool weather.

After the shrine, I was supposed to meet up with Rena for lunch at a ramen place – but there was a slight hitch. We didn’t align when we arrived and stood in the queue, so I ended up going in first and tried to save her a seat next to me, but they didn’t allow that – we had to sit separately. The concept of this (chain) restaurant is that visitors sit alone, separated from each other by plywood dividers. There’s also a divider between guests and staff – you just pass them a piece of paper with your order number and the desired spice level, noodle firmness, etc., and they place your ramen through a small window.

So, in the end, we didn’t sit next to each other – but it was fine. After lunch, we walked around the shops and bought some Korean cosmetics.

Then our tired legs started reminding us of themselves – and of all the previous days, each of which involved at least 20,000 steps. We had to find a café to sit down in – we found one in a small side street. In general, I have to say that all the little backstreets in Kyoto feel the same – I honestly couldn’t tell the street our hotel is on apart from another one a kilometre or two away.

After coffee, we went back to the hotel to rest a bit. And then it was already evening, so we headed to a recently opened izakaya, where we had all sorts of interesting dishes, like some kind of whelk in an unusual sauce, but also quite plain donburi with chicken and egg (a sort of chigirtma–plov à la Japonaise) – and drank fragrant sake.

After that, we continued the evening at an Irish pub we’d spotted earlier – but only briefly, since it turned out to be a bit of a dive. On a Saturday evening, there were hardly any people: there was a cheerful Japanese group celebrating something in the private room, and in the main area – just a couple of foreigners, plus us.

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Japan – Day 8

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30 May 2025

Today, completely unintentionally, we woke up at 6:30 a.m., but it turned out to be a good thing, since we had a long day of traveling ahead: from Kyoto to Himeji, then on to Osaka, and finally back to Kyoto.

As a result, we left an hour earlier than planned. But before heading out, we walked to Kyoto Station and had breakfast there – we had delicious toasts made with Japanese milk bread, topped with egg and salmon in my case, or ham in Rena’s.

At the station, we took an express train (not the Shinkansen, just a regular limited express) to Himeji.

The sole reason for the trip to Himeji (which took about an hour and a half, by the way) was to visit its famous castle. From Himeji Station, we walked down one of the main streets towards the castle. Honestly, there wasn’t much to see along the way – the city seemed fairly ordinary and, at first glance, felt rather provincial.

The castle really is the city’s main (and maybe only) attraction – but what an attraction it is. It is extremely popular among tourists, as it’s one of Japan’s oldest castles, and interestingly, is built almost entirely out of wood.

We weren’t sure whether it was enough to admire the castle from the outside or whether we should go inside as well. Google reviews strongly recommended going in, and so we did – but in hindsight, we might as well have skipped it.

From the outside, the castle is stunning – graceful and elegant. No wonder it’s also called the “White Heron Castle” – it truly does resemble a white heron. But inside, there’s practically nothing to see. Just seven floors of empty wooden rooms, between which we had to walk up and down the steep, slippery staircases (they are slippery because you have to take your shoes off and walk in socks). There’s no interior decoration, no furnishings, barely any artifacts. Even the weapon displays are sparse – just a couple of spears and guns for show.

However, right next to the castle is Koko-en – a lovely garden made up of nine smaller gardens, each designed in a different traditional Japanese style. One focuses on pine trees only, another features multi-level paths, waterfalls, and stones, while another has a flat landscape – and all are filled with beautiful flowers and trees. Interestingly, the garden was created only recently, in the late 20th century, but it’s designed to reflect the aesthetics of the Edo period.

It was hot and stuffy all day, even though the forecast had promised rain – instead, we got bright sun. By the time we finished at the gardens, it was already lunchtime. We decided to have lunch in Himeji and ate in a tiny local eatery that served Kobe beef – a premium, marbled Wagyu variety that’s about twice as expensive as regular Wagyu, but still reasonably priced here.

There wasn’t anything else we wanted to do in Himeji, so we headed to Osaka – in the opposite direction, towards Kyoto – about an hour’s ride.

The contrast was immediate – Osaka has a completely different energy. It is a much more modern city than anything else we’d seen so far (even Tokyo). If your idea of a modern Asian city includes futuristic infrastructure and glass skyscrapers, Osaka fits the bill perfectly – it felt like such a contrast to Kyoto, which is only half an hour away. Even the people looked different – more relaxed, dressed more brightly and stylishly. And there are even dedicated bike lanes – in the other places we saw, cyclists just ride on the sidewalks, while you narrowly manage to avoid them.

Osaka also has a castle, so we went to take a look – just from the outside, of course. It turned out to be located on a hill, mostly hidden behind trees, and we didn’t feel like climbing up – we simply didn’t have the energy.

The park around the castle reminded us a bit of Hiroshima Castle’s grounds, but Osaka’s was better maintained and much more lively – full of people, like the city itself.

Next, we headed to what’s probably the noisiest and most chaotic part of the city: the Dotonbori area. Along the canal and the adjacent pedestrian street, there is an endless choice of cafés, restaurants, shops, and game centres – all with huge, elaborate signs, that are more like 3D sculptures, covering the entire facade. At night, everything lights up in dazzling neon.

Food stalls and restaurants offer all the local specialties – which, of course, we tried for dinner: okonomiyaki (something between a savory pancake and fritter made of a hodgepodge of different ingredients – seafood, cabbage, eggs), takoyaki (fried octopus balls in liquid batter), and noodles. I really liked it, though Rena didn’t.

In general, if you’re looking for that loud, wild, fashionable version of Japan you often see in the media – you’ll find it here, in Osaka. The city is vibrant, chaotic, and it’s very entertaining to look at all this, but we’re still happy to be staying in Kyoto, where we were happy to return in the evening.

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Japan – Day 6

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28 May 2025

Today we went to Miyajima Island right in the morning. Prior to that, we had breakfast at our hotel – we tried the buffet on the 25th floor, which had a really cool view of the city. The breakfast offered both Western and Japanese options, including local Hiroshima specialties like fish cakes and fish sausage.

We walked to Shin-Hakushima Station, passing by the castle we visited yesterday – which, in daylight, looked a little less impressive than it did lit up at night. The train took about 20 minutes to get us to the ferry terminal, accompanied by a noisy Iranian tour group. From the terminal, ferries from two different companies run frequently to Miyajima, and the crossing only takes 10 minutes. From the ferry, we got a great view of the famous “floating” torii gates.

There were tons of tourists on the island – but despite its small size, it didn’t feel crowded. Somehow, everyone seemed to spread out. Most tourists were local Japanese, but there were also quite a few foreigners – the Germans again made a noticeable appearance.

Stray deer roam freely on the island – so there’s no need to go to Nara to see them. That said, the ones here seem hungrier and more persistent. We didn’t even think of eating anything outside, but we saw others who did and clearly regretted it, trying in vain to fend off the pushy deer.

Once on the island, we wandered through the charming streets of Miyajima toward the Itsukushima Shrine – the one the “floating” torii gate belongs to. Interestingly, the gate doesn’t “float” all the time – only at high tide. So when we arrived in the morning, it was surrounded by water, but by around 3 p.m., it was already on dry land, with people walking right up to it and through it.

The shrine is Shinto, and the entrance fee is 300 yen (about £1.50), but at the moment, much of it is closed for restoration. Unfortunately, the nearby five-tiered pagoda from the 15th century was also under restoration – we didn’t even recognise it at first, and thought it was a new building going up in the middle of this historical island! So when we climbed up to the Hokoku Temple, we weren’t able to see it.

We then continued up to Daisho-in Temple – unlike the shrine and like Hokoku, this one is Buddhist. From here, you can hike to the top of Mount Misen, but we decided not to do that and just enjoyed the temple itself.

The path to the temple was calm and peaceful. Of course, tourists come here too (the same noisy Iranian group was there), but not in overwhelming numbers. Many worshippers were also present, performing rituals. For example, you can strike a large bell and make a wish – though you have to pay. Sure, you can do it for free, but I would imagine that the local higher powers probably don’t grant free wishes.

They say (and back it up with photos!) that the views from the temple in autumn are absolutely spectacular – but even in May, for some reason, many trees were already red, so it was beautiful anyway. We really liked the temple.

By then it was lunchtime, so we headed back down toward the pier and went into one of the local restaurants to try regional cuisine. We were seated in a “Japanese room” – many places here offer that option – which means sitting on tatami mats at a low table, shoes off. The regional specialties are grilled eel and oysters, which we had in a set meal with buckwheat noodles (soba). It was interesting to try, but I wouldn’t call it my favourite flavour of Japan.

Another local delicacy is momiji manju – maple-leaf-shaped cakes with sweet fillings. The traditional version has sweet bean paste, which I didn’t like, but the chocolate and custard-filled ones were very tasty and delicate.

After lunch, we strolled through covered streets filled with cafés, food stalls, and souvenir shops – including some Ghibli-themed ones that were much better than the museum shop we saw yesterday.

Then we stopped for coffee at a place we’d spotted earlier that looked like someone’s private garden. And as far as I could tell, that’s exactly what it was – a house and garden converted into a café, run by two elderly women. The garden was beautifully maintained and very traditionally Japanese, and it was such a pleasant spot to relax. At first there were some noisy customers chatting loudly, but they left soon after.

From there, we headed back to the ferry. For some reason, at that time there were schoolchildren in uniforms everywhere – whole classes, probably on school trips. Some were arriving, some were leaving, some were gathered for class photos.

Back in Hiroshima, we decided to walk through the Peace Memorial Park and visit the Atomic Dome – the skeletal remains of one of the Hiroshima Prefectural buildings that survived the atomic bombing. Interestingly, the memorial plaque doesn’t mention anywhere that the bombing was carried out by the Americans – and the overall tone of the memorial isn’t accusatory at all, but more like a quiet reflection on the horrors of war and the importance of peace.

At the hotel, we arrived just in time for happy hour and had some rather mediocre wine that made us a bit dizzy – but then we went to dinner and had delicious katsu to make up for it.