Tokyo at dawn, from the 27th floor, looking West towards Shinjuku, the sunrise reflected in the nearest office building. From the lights on several floors, it looks as if groups of workers are already at their desks, practicing karoshi (death by overwork).
In Arami, the sakura blossoms had begun. I don't think they're any more beautiful than cherry blossoms anywhere else, just that you find them everywhere. Even in tiny street-side parks, a row of cherry trees would be in blossom. Japan feels curated at every corner.
On the other hand, the megalopolis of Tokyo (38 million people in the metropolitan area) is a sea of concrete stacked on concrete. Even many streets have streets above them, in spite of the excellent train and subway system.
Then cuteness sprouts among the dystopian concrete, as Japan is the land of kawaii (cuteness).
"Bubbles" seems to be a custom clothing shop in Harajuku.
And I think you can get a manicure at "Spark by Bubbles." What a lovely mixed metaphor.
Did anyone every tell you that houses can be small in Japan? Still, there's room for the family car or business truck.
And who says cuteness can't have attitude?
I even found a Tanuki shrine, on a corner, in Omotesando. I must ask about the fountain and water ladle, as I do not know.
The art museum in Atami has a Henry Moore sculpture of a couple looking out to sea. It is very sweet.
I missed this before. It’s cute!
Posted by: Sis | March 31, 2019 at 07:31 PM