Nagasaki

Aonghus and I spent the public holiday in Nagasaki which was well known as Japan's port of entry for all things foreign, a vibrant cultural crossroads, until um, you know. Way to go America.
The first night we ate champon in Chinatown and wandered aimlessly around the hostess lined streets. The next day we put on our sneakers like all good foreign tourists and, as the Japanese say, "went to sightseeing." God bless Aonghus for sharing my love of museums as well as my exhaustion-fueled indifference to ever seeing another piece of Nagasaki porcelain.