With the last 2 days pretty much wasted after travelling back and forth between Kyoto and Uji trying to patch things up, only to see the situation spiral crazily out of control, this evening after I let it slide, I went for a walk around town with Pierre, a carpenter from Monaco, who knew his way around town, and as we walked we talked, he told me about life in France, how the unemployment benefits are being abused, how the French love their food where meal-time in France is long, drawn out and enjoyable as opposed to the Anglo Saxons, the British or Americans, who eat too much fish and chips or burgers and who have their dinner in front of the TV. Then we had sake at a small Izakaya and I told him about Singapore and he told me about his experience working in the farms in rural Japan. Then we went to Gion to try to spot Geishas but not much luck but wandering around Teramachi, I came to a shop specializing in Lomos and got a Holga for 4800 yen. It was an enjoyable evening but I couldnt shake off that freadful sense of regret which comes from the knowledge that I had lost a good friend.