Probably Day Four. Must be, I’m nearly sure of it. Yes, time difference and jet lag confuse my relationship to a sense of time. Then, too, ironically, I know my way around the city, pretty well, and the feeling of being a little bit at home adds to disorientation.
It makes me happy to be here.
I love the pace, which is brisk, and people seem to have a way of moving and observing suggestive of purpose. They appear to be purposeful. I suppose that is an illusion, in many if not most cases, but that, too, adds to the experience. It feels at times as if I am in a movie.
The second night I went to the Old Imperial Bar in the hotel for a little whisky and sat at the bar. The room was dark, perfectly lighted, and I was the only Westerner there. I appreciated the quiet, the moodiness, and the way things winded down after a day of rehearsal for my work as MC at the Congress where I am working.
Previously, the night before, it was delicious, first-rate yakitori with two Tokyo friends, R and K, whose laughter and company I prize. Every restaurant they choose is elegant and restrained. This one was in the basement of the Tokyo Station Hotel.
The day of my work went well, and rapidly. The people I interviewed on stage about their work as chefs and hoteliers and technology experts knew a lot, and each had an ability to impart that information with clarity and joy.
Today are more talks and meetings, about food and life in Japan, and tonight is the farewell gala.
Then onto Kaga Onsen tomorrow. Eki-Ben!