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Osaka in the afternoon is a city arguing with itself: the river holds the light still while the arcade two streets over never stops moving.
The covered arcades are the reason to come in February. Rain or cold, the walk from one end to the other is unchanged, and the shops keep the same hours they have kept for decades.
Dinner is a counter, eight seats, and a menu that fits on one page.
Six frames, one afternoon, no particular plan.