More wandering today, eight and a half miles of it, plus lots of hopping on and off mass transit. And when I say “mass” I mean it: Tokyo’s stations are Godzilla-like. They are also pristine, innovative, and chock full of little kids traveling alone.
More excellent veggie ramen today, this time ordered and paid for via a machine. Table settings include paper bibs to aid in slurp-induced spattering and small elastics for putting one’s hair back to more easily manipulate spoon and hashi (chopsticks).
Later I found shops with bins out front selling beautiful used kimono for about $4.50 each; walls of (empty) sake barrels; determined and effective leaf rakers; a shop frequented by Lady Gaga; owl cafés (with real owls!); pet shops selling $300,000 puppies; and crazy, crazy food. I’m definitely not in South Kona anymore.
Worst image of the day? Baby octopi on skewers.
Here are some photos. Enjoy.
Live all you can. It’s a mistake not to.