Cafe Ryusenkei. (Pt. 3)
(Continued) The man immediately says “welcome”, in English, and asks us to sit. We join a small family that seems to simply be hiding from the rain, and a man eating some Japanese curry. The owner ask what we’d like, we order coffee, “bitter or light?,” “bitter please,” “three minutes, please wait.” The man goes on to ask us where we are from, letting us know his trailer is a Californian too. We all sit, comfy and welcome, exchanging smiles and sipping coffee; the only shared language we have with the other patrons. As the rain patterned on the top of the trailer and we all made difficult, yet enthusiastic, small talk. After a few cups of coffee, damn good coffee at that, best we’ve had in Japan, and that’s saying a lot because the coffee here is AMAZING, and some Japanese curry and rice we head out. I first wanted to visit Japan after watching Ozu films, google him, because his Japan always seemed so beautiful and welcoming. That little trailer felt like a moment Ozu would have created and for that I will alway love it.