From there, with one bit of gift shopping complete we crossed the bridge into downtown Kyoto, diverted into an arcade, got things finished and took the Number 5 bus back to Kyoto Station and the hotel. Madam's cash reserves needed replenishing, and I had plenty of Travelogue to catch up on, but once I'd managed to let myself into the room there was more important business to be attended to.
A quick switch to Safari revealed the Perth Test had reached a satisfactory conclusion, with a five-nil drubbing of The Old Enemy a distinct possibility. Under the circumstances, a celebratory ale seemed obligatory, and the Travelogue catch-up was postponed until the morrow, which promised to be bleak, drizzly, and more or less unsuitable for walking anywhere where the views were the main consideration.
We headed out for dinner just after six, not exactly sure where we were going, but pizza had been installed as an odds-on favourite. The best option seemed to be Salvatore Cuomo, whose operation in the upper levels of the station complex had views across the city.
That was the first option we checked, and when it offered what looked like exactly what we were after there was no need to look any further.
An order for two pizzas produced a question from the waitress about our capacity to handle that quantity of pizza. As it turned out we did it on our respective ears, and Hughesy would have been lining up for dessert if cassata had appeared on the menu.
It had been there on the incarnation before last, and may well be included in the next one, but it wasn't there this time around and I headed back to the room via the vending machine, which yielded a post-prandial tin of Asahi Super Dry.
Nine o'clock saw the regular sawing of logs as Madam indulged in a hot bath, and it was well after the scheduled time to rise when I hit the new day the following morning.