We took advantage of Saturday morning to visit the Tokyo Fish Market, the place where tourists are not really welcome. We understand: people are there to work and we should not disturb a Japanese at work. But if you want to feel rejected is the perfect location.
Otherwise, it is logically full of fish, shellfish, octopus, shellfish and oysters already de-shelled.
There are spawning or already prepared and packaged. And people who cut tuna with katanas (or giant knives anyway).
A quick tour of the walk vegetables: mango at 800 yen. It’s really not cheap but the Japanese do not have Europe to over-subsidize their agriculture.
We then made a quick tour of the imperial palace to the park, which is closed, the tar should to be redone and where trees are planted on giant bonsai yellow lawn: it is a little disappointing.
Then we did a small tour in Harajuku and the Oriental Bazaar, saw the Japanese overly dressed do their shopping in the crowded streets.
(Tokyo, after Koyasan, it’s still a shock)
Japanese dress anyhow. And it looks pretty good, so I did not look like much in my Quechua total look.
We went along to see a great jinju Meiji Shinto temple where several weddings were held.
Again, the natives are a little aggressive with gaijin, but given the concentration per square meter of these it’s understandable.
On the train, I was ashamed for Americans flock, loud, like in conquered territory.
We also spent some time in the paradise of photographer 🙂
It makes us all, same very big days.