Afterward, we went for the best ramen of all times: so worth the 20 minute wait (the place is quite small and people were lining all the way down the tiny stairwell to the street). Among the many different hand-drawn menus and signs hanging in the waiting room/stairwell, this one cracked us up: basically inviting customer to not blow loudly their nose while at the table…
We capped the evening with a few drinks at Fujimama’s before stumbling home with the last train…

At some point during the afternoon, a group of belly-dancers came by and threw a show… One particularly awesome detail was the guy: playing arabian tunes on his accordeon :D.

No, I’m not being rude, that’s really their name.