The first day of discovering Kyoto. Our first stop is a coffee place where we wait for the sudden summer rain to stop—just the time for a coffee and some snacks. I observe the chef working in the open kitchen. He seems lost in his thoughts while preparing the dishes he has been preparing for a long time.
It is an old-style coffee place. On a shelf, there is a dial phone that is from another era. The short menus are hidden behind salt and pepper.
Time has slowed down in this coffee place.