Nagano Gold
A good friend of mine was getting married, and what’s more, he had chosen to hold the ceremony in the heart of the Nagano Basin, somewhat west of Tokyo. Naturally, I was invited. I mean, I wasn’t exactly the best man or anything, but this guy and I had been buddies ever since my junior year at college. And what a wedding it turned out to be. He was never one to lack for extravagance, and his wedding was no different; he even rented a trio of Japanese clowns, poirots as the locals would say, who had every guest reeling with laughter, and the cake was a multi-tiered, lavish affair that was as beautiful looking as it was tasting. After the wedding concluded, my partner and I, someone who I had only recently started dating, decided to stick around for a few days and check out all
