I was in court this morning: Deep in the cellars of Ginza, facing clerks whose greeting was repetitive and well-meaning, but lacking specific meaning. Nonetheless, having appeared in courts before, the same just two and a half years ago, I was able to accept my fate.
What I saw: Refrigerated white beef, layered with rich, beautiful fat; dried fish; fresh fish; pickled vegetables; soba; yuba; unagi; yakitori, etc. For the ride to the airport: Bento unagi, hai! For Cambridge: Yuba, miso, unagi, hai!
The court here is the most beautiful one on earth and replicated across the city at Takeshima, Isetan, etc.