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About Kyoto

Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

Russian Introductions Kitami

In the square shikishi (poem card) cartouche is the name of the courtesan and her attendants, Yoshino and Tatsuta. In the vertical tanzaku-shaped cartouche is a poem in praise of her: of .

But then, the combine roars to life! I’m shocked. This kid’s a genius or somethin’. We’re cruisin’ through the fields, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. The wheat’s flyin’ everywhere, and I’m laughin’ like a maniac. Takikawa’s got these beautiful fields, man. The golden waves of grain, the mountains in the background. It’s like a postcard, but I’m livin’ it!

35 injured as buses carrying foreign visitors collide on suburban Tokyo expressway