So we went to a miso brewery yesterday and learned that dark miso is three years old and the healthiest. It sits in ceder wood barrels. The dot painter Kusama was born in Matsumoto and she has a permanent exhibition in the modern museum. I liked two works, the pounding heart in a mirror and a light ladder. The rest I do not like. Today we saw Fuji san so we are lucky, it’s a shy mountain. Now we are in Tokyo, our hotelroom on the fifth floor is so tiny we have to put our suitcases under the bed. I am flabbergasted by the view. Tokyo has a lot of welldressed citizens .I had misosoup for breakfast. This was our last day in Tokyo, Japan. We visited an old neighbourhood with houses from the fifties with the potted gardens in front of them. I made a series these weeks. I want to go home and I don’t want to go home. I feel at home in Japan although there is a lot of loneliness and killing competition. When we are home I am going to follow Japanese lessons, in a serious way.
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