When in Osaka, I have a little ritual. But it’s nothing to do with Ramen, or the Glico sign, or any of the other obvious tourist hotspots. Instead, it’s do to with the movement of little silver balls.
And when I say I have a ritual, I’m quite serious here:
There’s something of a pattern at play:
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