We ate lunch at a very local restaurant on a street near the park. Of course, if English is a struggle at our deluxe hotel, it's non-existent at a local streetside restaurant. And they haven't picked up the convenient Japanese method of displaying plastic versions of their offerings for the customer to point at. So instead we just pointed at various parts of the menu to see what happened. We never really knew what we were eating, and it wasn't weird enough to be remembered. Here are some cute photos of the neighborhood, including an outdoor barber shop and a big mah jongg game. Seems they play it very differently than my mother's mah jongg group did when I was a kid.