After dinner I just could not resist going out onto the streets. It was raining but the sounds the trains, chimes calling the passengers, and the glistening streets were beautiful. I found a man selling octopus balls and had several right off the griddle. The following are some shotes of a small train station just outside of our hotel. The small scale of the streets and the compressed urban fabric in the suburbs of Osaka makes a person from North America feel like they are in a movie set. Heading to Koysan tomorrow.