It is Saturday. Katya and I went to Doshinboh, our favorite Chinese restaurant, for lunch.
It looked the same outside, but the door was closed and nobody was there. I instantly imagined that the restaurant should have been bankrupt.
We walked into a Indian restaurant, Taj Mahal, located by Doshinboh.
We ordered a lunch set.
Curry, nan, an drinks are served as much as you want. The price was reasonable, 850 yen each. They served spicy curry, too, so it was OK with me. Katya did not like curry because they was watery and nan either because it was more like bread.
I asked an (Indian, possibly) waiter about “Dohshinboh”.
“It has been closed for half a month.”
We were depressed, especially Katya.
After lunch, Katya took me to the institute by smart. I restarted working in the office.
After the work, I found a small summer festival in the shrine by the institute.
Japanese drums were played by the people living near the shrine. They did well.
When it gets darker, dance should start to the rhythm.
