Osaka was chaotic and loud.
We stayed at the Hearton hotel. The room was ok, the breakfast too but a bit weird as it was a strange mixture of Japanese and Western style food. This was the first time I ate spaghetti with tomato sauce and chocolate croissants for breakfast,
Osaka by night, river side
Osaka was filled to the brim with Chinese tourists who were there for the tax-free rice cookers and such.
Art in the streets of Osaka, aka beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I was travelling with a man who sighs and looks at his watch after five minutes in any non-electronics shops so most of the shopping I did was window shopping, eg the Angelic Pretty lolita fashion store:
Or the satanist shop, on floor -1 in one of the shopping streets:
Vendor preparing takoyaki, a ball-shaped snack of batter filled with octopus.
We dined at Tako Tako King that evening, a small but very lively café in one of the streets leading to the river. The dish was sort of vegetarian, we managed to explain that it had to be without octopus but it still had the dancing fish shavings on it. But what was underneath was nice and spicy.