Not something that happens too often. And in Tokyo, it makes a nice change from all that neon. This, the beginning of a lunar eclipse:
Archives for December 2011
Has even Santa had enough of the world’s economic woes and walked away?
He may not be one of us, but he certainly isn’t one of the 1% either. Quite the opposite in fact. So when Santa Claus says enough is enough and opts to walk away, then we really ought to start worrying.
John Lennon glasses still selling in Tokyo?
It’s thirty-one years ago today that John Lennon died, but his face is still very visible in Japan. In fact, not just his face, but his distinctive facial wear too.
Now how many pairs they actually sell is anybody’s guess, but this shop appears to stock nothing but those instantly recognisable round glasses.
Imagine that.
Tokyo’s only man-powered ferry boat
Tokyo’s public transportation system is legendary. And quite rightly so too. I live minutes away from a monorail. The city’s train network is positively mindboggling, not to mention punctual. And then there’s the super fast and smooth shinkansen. Heck, even bus drivers are polite and wear nice hats.
Yet as convenient as all of the above are, in regards relaxation, none of them can compete with the old-worldly and wonderfully tranquil nature of Yagiri-no-watashi in Shibamata — Tokyo’s only man-powered ferry boat.
For a mere 100 yen one can have the pleasure of silently crossing the Edo River, then alighting in Chiba Prefecture on the other side.
Unfortunately it quickly becomes apparent that there’s absolutely nothing there except field after field of negi, although in some respects that’s a bonus, as it means the only option is to hop on board again and enjoy the ride back. And as it really is so peaceful.
That’s pretty much perfect.
A Tokyo painter, perturbed?
The bright, late autumn sun was good for both us, but it was pretty clear that we strongly disagreed on our choice of well lit subjects.
Ginza cherub in Christmas clothing
The appearance of Christmas decorations in Tokyo from the first day of November means it’s very possible to tire of it all way before festivities truly begin. And the public’s patience is tested even further by almost two months of Mr Michael’s Last Christmas on a mean-spirited and utterly merciless loop . All of which, needless to say, is more than enough to make the biggest fan of Christmas harrumph at least the odd, ‘Bah, humbug!’
But even for the most curmudgeonly, the sight of a Ginza cherub wearing a Santa hat is capable of briefly turning a weary sigh into a warm smile.