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kyrasantaeAh, they're also pretty damn realistic inside the box. So realistic that they'd be illegal in Canada. I'd itch to get one somehow but such things, as you know, are too clunky for someone of a little more grace like me.
There were several walls of prayer tablets at the Meiji Shrine (明治神官). You buy blank wooden tablets and then you're supposed to write your wish on it. Then the priests burn them. There were ones written in all sorts of languages, like Korean, or Dutch, or Thai, or whatever. There was some head priest sort of guy with a big flowering branch and he's supposed to stand as still as a rock and whack people with it if they get too close.
We had lunch at a noodle house where we had to stand up to eat. It was pretty full, and probably one of those places where urban workers in Ginza (銀座) go to eat.
Somehow I think that the reason for the huge open gravel square in front of the royal palace is so that trespassers will be burnt to a crisp or at least so worn out after crossing it that they wouldn't be able to concentrate on their assassination plans.
I don't know why it took Mr. Graham [so long] to figure out that hot drinks in the vending machines are indicated with a red label under it and cold ones with a blue label. Accoring to him he spent [that time] enjoying the randomness of the temperature of his drinks. That's pretty sad.
So many hours of random walking around and shopping makes me extremely tired and my feet go on fire. Some stuff is actually pretty cheap but in a high-class shopping district like Ginza, or simply because it's Japan, there's no way to find some of the trinkets that I wish I could have, like sword pendants and cheap souvenir postcards and toys.
There were several walls of prayer tablets at the Meiji Shrine (明治神官). You buy blank wooden tablets and then you're supposed to write your wish on it. Then the priests burn them. There were ones written in all sorts of languages, like Korean, or Dutch, or Thai, or whatever. There was some head priest sort of guy with a big flowering branch and he's supposed to stand as still as a rock and whack people with it if they get too close.
We had lunch at a noodle house where we had to stand up to eat. It was pretty full, and probably one of those places where urban workers in Ginza (銀座) go to eat.
Somehow I think that the reason for the huge open gravel square in front of the royal palace is so that trespassers will be burnt to a crisp or at least so worn out after crossing it that they wouldn't be able to concentrate on their assassination plans.
I don't know why it took Mr. Graham [so long] to figure out that hot drinks in the vending machines are indicated with a red label under it and cold ones with a blue label. Accoring to him he spent [that time] enjoying the randomness of the temperature of his drinks. That's pretty sad.
So many hours of random walking around and shopping makes me extremely tired and my feet go on fire. Some stuff is actually pretty cheap but in a high-class shopping district like Ginza, or simply because it's Japan, there's no way to find some of the trinkets that I wish I could have, like sword pendants and cheap souvenir postcards and toys.
