i’m having tokyo withdrawals. i love that city. i love that it’s all at once beautiful, peaceful, loud and overwhelming. i love the attention to detail. i love the care taken in packaging even the smallest item, from the paper, to the string, to the tape, to the bag. i love that the food is art, worthy of being exhibited in a museum. i love the gentle politeness. i love seeing so many people take pride in their work. i love the sounds and the lights. i love the narrow alley-ways, hidden streets and tiny hole-in-the-walls. i love the toilets — if you’ve been to japan, you know what i’m talking about. i could go on. but, most of all, i love that my grandfather is still there, 93 years old, still fighting. and i love that the whole family was there with me to experience it all. below are some snapshots from the trip. mw
a few notes that will shed light on a few of the frames:
we visited a cat cafe. yes, crazy. you can read more about it on shoko’s blog: http://www.shoandtellblog.com/2011/11/tea-tabbies.html.
margaux and shoko got their nails done in true “harajuku” fashion. you’ll see the results towards the bottom.
we witnessed the art of making soba noodles, and then got to eat them. delicious is an understatement.