Kaga onsen in the morning, Matsumoto at night, a mad dash to catch a train in Nagano as the first train was delayed due to snow on the tracks.

A winding road into the national park on a small bus with Japanese tourists brought us to this small, 82-year old inn.  I’d been before, maybe five years ago, and this time it was transformed from old school to new school: An open Japanese kitchen, a beautiful French restaurant, huge windows overlooking the snowy forest, a bar lounge with subtle lighting and cool jazz.

Lots on onsen, naturally.

Regret to say it’s back to Tokyo this afternoon.