One sunny and hot morning, Markus and I put on one of our multiple matching outfits and set out to try and get a holiday photo. There’s a really famous street in Fujiyoshida that has a great view of Mt. Fuji and we tried to take a photo there. Unfortunately, the photo didn’t work out. There were way too many cars, people and the lighting wasn’t right. It’s okay though, because as you know, we got the perfect photo in Osaka.

Even though the photo was a bust, Markus and I had a great time in the small town. It was like being in one of those Godzilla movies from the 1960s. They had speakers all over and sirens and announcements kept going off. I’m sure they weren’t emergencies but it still felt surreal. We ended up finding a cute little cafe that was open since 1935. They had all the french sweets that I like. We ended up taking a little break and ate a matcha cake roll and my favorite, a Mont Blanc. I love anything with chestnuts and the first time I had a Mont Blanc in Paris, I died. Any time I see it on a menu, I have to get it. I’m happy to say that this cafe delivered and it was the perfect spot for a break.