A ship with the shogun's red seal is loading raw silk at the quay, and silk is weighed against silver on steelyards big enough to ride. On the Japanese street everyone is writing home this week because of it. The bridge here is roofed, with a shrine in the middle of the span. I have tried Nagasaki again, one year along — the same guess twice is at least a method. The ferryman takes a few cash and poles standing.