It’s the last day of two weeks of good, hectic work throughout Japan, learning new things, seeing old friends, enjoying food, taking long walks, appreciating the ups and downs, dashes to catch trains in Nagano, late nights with smoky, grilled yakitori.
Meiji shrine in Yoyogi yesterday: Sorry to say I’d not been before. Little troops of children, who looked no more than four years old, wearing colorful hats, led by patient women.
Harakuju. Omotesando. Shinjuku. Azabujuban.
One more meeting this morning, and then a walk to Isetan in gentle rain to Isetan for eki-ben on the plane, and maybe a good pizza on the restaurant floor.