It could not be wider than a metre and a half, yet, this had to be it. Finally I fixed my eyes on two parallel rows of storm water drain running perpendicular to the main street. I looked about the empty parking lot near a convenience store and compared it against google map. I missed it, doubled back, and somehow passed it again. I watched my progress on google map, counting the streets before I needed to turn into some alley. I bounded up back to the main street and turned south to Myoryuji. The flower or the rain had slowed me down more than I had allowed for. The bridge’s railings were pink, I noted absently how well it matched against the flowery backdrop. Round the south east I crossed to the other bank. The blossoms themselves slumbered in the sound of rain, unaware of appreciating gaze. I was just another umbrellaed passerby in the morning drizzle. People came for walks, or as a shortcut getting across the city without bothered by roads or traffic. The riverside had been reshaped into a public green space. The shorefront shaded by branches of pink that drooped over verdant floodplains. The south end of Katamachi nestled up against the north bank of the Sai river. I had left early to give a good buffer in the event there was traffic and given time to have a stroll along the cherry blossom lined riverside. Originally I had wanted to bike down there but it was raining, I boarded a bus from the station and got off a few stops early at Katamachi. I had booked months ahead for a place in the first tour of the day. It was possible to register on the day of course but there was no guarantee for a spot. I had some coffee and rice ball bought from the Family Mart the night before and hurried checked out and headed to the only remaining item left on the itinerary in Kanazawa. There was no time to go out for breakfast. The fair skies had been replaced by a light drizzle. I was glad that I had cleared most of the city’s attractions the day before.
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