It was only good fortune that I should be in Kochi on a Sunday for the weekly market. The centre of town was sealed off and a mass of stalls were set up offering the crowds of shoppers everything from fine Japanese pottery and knives to all manner of foodstuffs, none of which I recognised. I don’t know what sort of meal I’d produce from these ingredients but I’d certainly need a cookbook to steer me through the process.
There were stalls of dried fish, stalls of the little crabs running around and stalls of peculiar vegetables. It was an exotic experience but I was happy to retreat into the Starbucks at the end of it.
Sandrine has caught up with me, with the help of the train. Her friend Erika prefers the train and is trying to see 44 temples, in other words half of them. So Sandrine and I will walk together for a few days before she returns to France. Today was meant to be a rest day but Sandrine had a good idea to walk to Temple 31 then return on the tram so that tomorrow morning we can start from Temple 31 and save some time. And while we were there we met another French lady who is attempting to visit all 88 temples in a month using trains and buses. There are all sorts of pilgrims on Shikoku but most of them seem to be French.