It is fine on Friday, March 21, 2014
I visit Nagoya .
I walked around the town where I was born and raised .
I visited "the Ofuku-market " which I was with 50 years or more ago
by my mother, and went to the everyday shopping.
The market was closed in being lonely. Because a part of the building
became the bar, I drank one cup of sake in the shop.
The conversations of the good old Nagoya dialect
overflowed in the Japanese bar.