Overcast, so impossible to see Mount Fuji from my window this morning, but the sprawl of my favorite modern city on earth is evident. This magical view sticks with me for months and adds to a vocabulary of architecture.
Released yesterday from the guidance of well-intentioned others, it was one meeting after another in the city center. Early on, the views from balconies at The Palace Hotel of the imperial compound, as well as the earth toned and blank interiors of its Japanese restaurant, captivated.
From there, in Ginza, it was a swift soba lunch of cold noodles dipped in delicious, crushed yams and then back to Park Hyatt before a whisky tasting and then yakitori.
All in all, it was seven meetings, which included two good interviews.
Today it all starts with a 5K run on the 47th Floor, followed by orange eggs and a day of far fewer meetings.
Later on: Rakugo. Japanese comedic storytelling, and an interview with an English speaking performer. Followed by interviews with the manager of a bar for women traveling on business.
Then maybe I’ll sleep.