Kyoto, and it popped into my head that rainy days are good to pop down to Ginza for lunch. This isn't strictly true, and it wasn't even raining by the time I got there, and then I just pottered around for a while before deciding on sushi. This place was pretty good, leaving out the mildly disturbing huge Japanese flag by the door and the shaved heads and fierce faces of the staff. It was like a black-van sushi place, if you see what I mean.
Don't tell them I wrote this, OK? I don't want the vans coming to my house.