I didn’t manage to see as much of Nagoya as I would have liked, but the city felt very alive, with more “alternative” people than I have seen anywhere in Japan.
Miranda parked next to the service elevator. Probably her first and last time inside.
Belgian beer festival in Nagoya? What good timing.
And of course the required frittes mayonaise!
No trip to Nagoya is complete without a little Miso-katsu.
Hippy band and the tower.
There is only one Nag, and that is Nagasaki. It’s time to sue.
Another framed tower pick, the weather was a little too good.