From my bedroom, I see Mount Fuji, snow capped, volcanic in shape and intention, and after a two mile run during which time Fuji-san was visible throughout, the mountain is making inroads on my consciousness. I hope.
Yesterday was made up of meetings in town, in Ginza, and meetings in town, in Shinjuku. Drinks high above the city, yakitori at Birdland (Ginza branch). That Birdland is located below street level, in a passage above a subway, and literally next door to the famous Jiro who, for $300 per person, will serve you sushi in 20 minutes and then ask you to get out.
I’d been to Birdland before, and this time was as good as the previous visit. Delicious chicken, cold beer, cold sake. What’s not to like?
Two more days in Tokyo before returning to Boston. Gen Yamamoto tonight.