I headed up the street after church, but got distracted along the way. By a man with fluffy cats!
I have no idea how he gets them to just lay like that, especially while surrounded by Japanese women squealing "kawaiiiiiii!" ("cuuuuuuute!") and snapping close-ups. Maybe they're coming down from a catnip high? (The cats, I mean.) I counted ten of them in there, and not one of them could be bothered to do much more than raise their heads occasionally. But it was a lazy Sunday afternoon, after all.
Moving on...
I made my way down to the festival grounds, and wandered past a couple dozen booths of vegetarian dishes, as well as vendors selling organic veggies, "raw" desserts, packaged foods, and non-food items like organic cotton clothing.
And entertainment, too, of course.
The tomato guy eventually launched into a series of songs, but the lyrics consisted mostly of just listing names of different fruits and vegetables... |
Before settling on what I wanted for lunch, though, I realized that there appeared to be even more booths a few meters away. Little did I know, it was an entirely different festival.
I explored a bit...
Oh yes, they're all real. |
Thinking I had maybe doubled my lunch options, I explored the Indonesian food stalls. Turns out, Indonesian food is pretty popular.
If the food stalls at international food festivals in Japan are to be believed, tacos are a staple in any country's cuisine.
Ah...sombreros, cacti, and tacos. Exactly what comes to mind when I think of Indonesia. |
Bonus points if you can spot the tacos here, too:
But I've never had Indonesian food before, and the more I looked around, the less confidence I had that I would be able to pick something I'd like. I chickened out and went back to the veggie festival to grab something to eat.
I was in luck! I found grilled vegetables (my favorite), complete with a selection of hot salsas. Veggie paradise for me!
Green pepper, eggplant, zucchini, naga-negi (Japanese long onion), red bell pepper, tomato, and onion. And I couldn't resist adding a little extra-hot "salsa from hell" (top left, and below). |
But I still had room for more! So I made my way back over towards "Indonesia" and found some extra-long french fries. Not gonna lie: I ate every single one of these.
Finally full, and with just the right amount of heartburn from the salsa, I made my way back to the train station and headed home.
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