Potato Godzilla Momochan | Honeymoon Mitakun Top

They follow it. Not because they think it will lead to treasure, but because it seems to know the turns of the town better than any map does. It lumbers through alleys where steam rises from manhole covers and cats watch from ledges like tiny emperors. Vendors sell roasted sweet potatoes and soy-glazed skewers beneath strings of paper lanterns; couples slow their steps to take photos of the ridiculous behemoth with its chipped paint and straw-laden tail.