Purely by accident we walked by a new Japanese place in town called Taska Kome and decided to go in and have a bite. The owner is a lady called Yuko and the food is delicious.
It gives you a taste of the other side of Japan's gastronomy besides sushi, though sushi is great as well here.
After lunch we went here to see an exibition called "Boro - the fabric of life" (boro means ragged).
Japan's mended and patched textiles sewn from nineteenth and early twentieth century rags and patches of indigo dyed cotton.
The beautiful arrangement of patches and mending stitches was borne out of necessity and was not planned by the maker.
Boro textiles were stitched in the old farmhouses, often at night, by the light of one dim andon, on the laps of farm women.
This unconscious creative process has been object of many articles, praising the beauty of this technique which is becoming more and more recognized and admired, certainly beyond the utilitarian purpose for which they were initially created.
However their inherent beauty is undeniable.