Le Petit Mec is my favorite boulangerie. It is close to 鳥岩楼 where my son and I had a lunch, and we dropped in on the way back– and made a major mistake. (You will know what was the mistake, when seeing the photo below.)

At Toriiwaro (鳥岩楼), a chicken food restaurant, in the Nishijin district, Kyoto, my son and I had a lunch– Oyako Domburi (親子丼), a bowl of chicken meat and egg over rice.

Their Oyako Domburi is so good, and it’s only in the lunch menu… uh… only thing they serve from noon to two o’clock. In evening, they serve variety of dishes and hotpots, but their dinner cuisine is rather expensive.

The Oyako Domburi is inexpensive and comes with a cup of chicken bone broth, which is as good. It’s nice to eat good food on tatami mats in a Japanese style room looking down a green courtyard. No wonder the place was so crowded.

Chinese twice-cooked pork (回鍋肉) on Italian pasta… turned out good.

The old wooden bridge wasn’t too bad at all. Actually, I loved it for the natural material and the simple appearance matched the atmosphere of the wooden hut in the countryside. However, it’s time to build stronger and safer iron bridge because the house will be lent to a family with a toddler.

They have two cars and it isn’t a good idea to park them on the steep and narrow sloped road across the stream. The bridge is strong and wide enough to bear the weight of a heavy 4WD minivan, so that they can pull their cars into the premises. Naturally, it cost me helluva money but I’ve gotta do it as the proprietor of the house…

Only one person came yesterday to build the bridge, but he was a man of dexterity, and finished his job within one day! I, on the other hand, have been working on my house renovation for more than half a year, and it’s not quite done, yet… Uhhh.. will be done today– hopefully.

While I was fixing the broken weathercock, doing an aerial act on top of a ladder leaning against the steep roof, my son flew his drone.

The ridge of the roof, by the way, was about twenty feet above the ground, and the ladder was actually three shorter ladders tied together in order to extend the length to reach the tip of the roof– naturally very unstable, and of course it was so scary to climb up to the top of it. Well, somebody gotta do it, anyway.

Through with the weathercock mending, I moved on to a painting job of the roof. I had to put the long, swinging ladder on a gable side, and the ladder was even more unstable, but I had no choice to use it for painting the gable edge in white.

Thanks to my effort the white trims of the gables looked good, and the entire roof turned out very nice. The weathercock certainly added an air to the house as well.