Okay! I was done. Since Sapporo is such a short train ride from Otaru, I didn't need to leave until the afternoon. I put the suitcase in a locker and hit the pavement on the other side of the train station, starting at a fish market right next to it.
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| Hake. |
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| Uni. |
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| These are what I had the night before that are not shrimp. |
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| Somebody speaks English. |
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| Fanciful manhole covers. |
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| Back at the canal. |
On the ride back to Sapporo, I made sure to sit on the sea-side of the train.
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| Neither of these are my train. |
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| They seem to be into ferris wheels in Japan. |
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| Men at work. |
In Los Angeles I do a fair amount of gigs with J. Suzuki. I knew she'd be coming to Japan with the Percy Faith orchestra. As it turned out they were playing in Sapporo this evening at Kitaro, the great hall. I know a number of people on the tour. I met them at their hotel after their performance and a few of us went out for a bite to eat. Seb had told me that it was the beginning of the Sapporo Yosakoi Soran Festival. The streets were hoppin'.
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| Lee Callet (with the Percy Faith Orchestra) being happy about getting into an elevator with young sword-wielding women. |
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| Young sword-wielding women and men in the hotel lobby. |
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| I hadn't eaten since breakfast, so I got a squid. |
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| The squid merchant. |
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| The hoppin' street. |
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| J. S. had been sick, so she is wearing a mask. |
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| Musicians from another land waiting for yakitori. (Kushiyaki really.) |
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| Taxis waiting for fares who can hardly stand. |
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