momotaro
by hotograph
I miss being little and going to Japan every year, even if it was just to get treatment done on my face/ walking around with gauze covering half my face looking absolutely frightful for the next few weeks. I don't remember much but I remember the train rides from Osaka to Kanazawa and the swings at the playground near the hotel we always used to stay at and the japanese peaches with their soft velvet-like skin and juicy sweet white flesh.. I haven't eaten a fresh japanese peach in years I could really use one right now