Well, look at this. They have one here too. This is at Daimon Station. I can't recall which line it's on - I just know that it's far from any other place I've been before.
I was trying to show how tall this building was, but I didn't do such a good job. It just looks like a photo of a regular building, taken by a Smurf.
M and I found this cherry tree while searching desperately for a Thai restaurant in the area. Again, I forget where we were exactly, but I do know that the Thai restaurant was in a place called Trinton Square. This cherry tree was no where near it.
Who knows the rest of this song? "Under the cherry tree, that's where it happened to me..."
The following are shots of Trinton Square.
This is a poster advertising Trinton Square as a beautiful area for cherry blossoms and so forth. Nice, huh?
This is what Trinton Square actually looks like. I tried to get the shot from the same angle. I can't see the difference, can you see the difference?
We finally found the restaurant after looking around for a bit inside Trinton Square. Turns out the entire place is one big mall. Most of the stores were closed due to the national holiday, but it was nice to just look around anyway.
They had some great music playing in the restaurant, but I couldn't hear it because the other patrons were talking, so I ducked into the washroom and listened to jazz for a fwe minutes. That's where I took this shot.
Midway through lunch, my friend James gave me a call and asked if I wanted a free ticket to see mary J. Blidge that night. I had to turn him down since I had already made plans for that night. Man, why doesn't this stuff happen to me back home?
M says me the food was great there, but I couldn't tell because my nose was plugged and everything just tasted like burning to me anyway.
Because it was so damn windy outside that day, we decided to walking around inside some more, before heading back out into the gail. It was like those windtunnels that they use test aerodynamics on Volkswagons.
The mall has resident performers, which is something I've never seen before. Pretty swanky, for a mall. Here's one of them. I couldn't quite understand what he was saying, but I think it might have been something to the effect of:
"I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again..."
So we encounter this guy: The Giant Egg. He just walks around the mall acting weird and scaring kids with eyeballs at the ends of his fingers. That's his job. Can you imagine this guy trying to approach women at a bar?
Egg: Hey baby, what're you drinkin'?
Lady: Amaretto sour. Have a seat. So, what do you do?
Egg: I dress up as a giant egg and scare children at a mall.
Lady: Uhh...right. < awkward silence>
Egg: So...you free Friday night?
Lady: I'd rather have surgery performed on me by one of the Three Blind Mice.
Welcome to the National Museum of Modern Art Tokyo. This is about all we got to see of it. They are preparing for some big new exhibit and are closed until the 26th. Argh.
Right across the street from the museum is the Imperial Palace. This is what it looks like as you are crossing the moat to get in. Lots of Mainland Chinese people there that day.
They give you a thin block that looks something like a mahjong tile when you first come in (it's free). This is your admission ticket, which you need to exit the grounds. I wonder what the point of this is? It's not like they searched me when I came in, it was just some guy in a booth shoving them at people as they passed by. Nice to see the Emperor is in good hands.
The Imperial Closet.
Seems that the Royalty have a thing with golf length grass. This entire area was better-groomed than a TV anchorman. Ok, so all this is well and good, but where the heck is the Palace?
Here's an old wine cellar. Turns out you can't see the Palace on regular days. It's only open to people twice a year, and of course, today wasn't one of those days.