Arita is a small pottery town. We drove up and down different streets looking for restaurants, but almost every shop was a pottery shop and the one restaurant we did see was a Chinese restaurant, which mum wasn’t keen on. In the end we went into the tourist information centre to ask where the restaurants were. The ladies directed us to a store around the corner. We walked around but couldn’t find it so we had to go back and ask them again. It turned out that the...