On our final evening at Kyoto, we had soba at Honke Owariya (in Takashimaya), which has supposedly been around for more than 500 years. If you like your noodles springy, you will enjoy this version of soba, which is somewhat different from the ones we order from the vending machine in Osaka (this is another story for another day) or consume in Singapore.
My soba came with a tiny piece of yuzu that managed to give the soup a faint citric taste.
We took a long stroll down the narrow lane of Pontocho after dinner. I really like how the Japanese create pretty shopfronts using calligraphy.
At the end of Pontocho, we did a u-turn around the row of shops, and found ourselves on the street parallel to the Kamogawa River. It is all very romantic – the trees, bending over the river like that, with their almost-bare branches.
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