The day begin in a quiet blur.
We all went out for a coffee at our favorite coffee house for a precious coffee moment at our favorite coffee place, “Precious Coffee Moments.”
And we make our way out to see a temple in the historic district of Asakusa.
Some Dutch get on making noise than I can imagine.
I think of the old song Big in Japan,
Life is actually not easy when you are big in Japan.
You get in the way.
At the train station people are wearing kimono’s.
I run to the bathroom.
I have to say the bathrooms in Tokyo are impeccable.
A bidet in the train station bathroom.
I’m used to New York where its anything but clean.
Here in Tokyo the toilet is warmed.
The spray and the wash are on hand for cleaning up and feeling good.
There is a sound machine for privacy if ones getting noisy.
The civilization does not end.
Wandering through the arts and crafts shops,
The streets full of characters, some tourists, a lot of artisans selling their used goods.
Shrines to old social workers and poets are about.
Age old trees feel like monuments.
It reminds me of trips to other holy sites around the world.
People are visibly moved.
But there is something less overwhelming, something lighter and free er about the old temple.
Incense fills the air.
Ok maybe you’re a little zen says Caroline.
We keep walking.
Off for more udon noodles.
I can’t have more noodles.
Its like Italy.
You can’t eat noodles every day or you die.
You are in Tokyo.
You have to enjoy the noodles.
The plan is to hit the Rippongi art triangle Tokyo.
Eating some noodles, we take a look for directions.
All museums are closed.
The little one is overjoyed.
So we walk to Harajuku.
The street feels like Santa Monica Boulevard or Las Rambles.
Pop art and design everywhere.
We walk and laugh.
And walk and laugh all day.