When I woke up at 6am today (after staying up til 1am in an attempt at overcoming my jetlag) I decided to spare dear Cori and take a walk to the local shopping center. I saw lots of odd beverages and I’m a little concerned about how similar Japanese and Hebrew are starting to look to me.
Does this bother anyone else? Is this Hebrew? Is it Japanese? I honestly can’t tell anymore!
I also ran into dear friend, TSwifty.
Saw a lot of cooking chopsticks (not to be confused with knitting needles).
And some MORE tiny hats. So many tiny hats!
Then I came back to the apartment to meet up with Katharine for our venture into Asakusa to shop the bazaar and see the Sensō-ji, a Buddhist temple which is covered in swastikas.
I know the meaning of the symbol predates Nazi-ism but it’s just slightly off putting in person. Then Katharine and I caught the coolest boat ever to Odiba for dinner and ice cream.
I felt like I was in an episode of Doctor Who.
To be honest I’ve felt like that a lot this week.
But seriously, the floor and ceiling lit up different colors and the whole outside was glass! So cool!
Then we ate at the most colorful bazaar/fair/indoor mish mash of things. I don’t even know words to describe this establishment/collection of establishments all on top of one another.
And we got Italian gelato in a french restaurant that looked like this
While in Tokyo. What is this life?!