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Boro Kimono at Amuse Museum |
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Senso-ji Temple
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Beef at $ 450.00 a pound! |
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Grilled Mackerel |
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Red Snapper |
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Tuna (Toro) |
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Uni (Sea Urchin) |
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Sea Eel Sushi with Sweet Miso Sauce |
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Corner View From Our Room at Four Seasons |
We awakened to a non-rainy day! We decided to walk outside
for a bit, then returned to our room for breakfast followed by our last visit
to the hot springs, soaking up the hot volcanic water. We sadly checked out of
Gora Kaden and were driven down the mountain to catch the Shinkansen train for
the short ride to Tokyo. We had reservations at the Four Seasons Hotel. A
representative from the Four Seasons met us at the station, gathered up our
luggage and walked us the short distance to the Hotel. No taxi, no car just a
short walk.
Our room overlooks the tracks at Tokyo Station. That might
sound weird but it is wonderful. It is like looking down on a giant toy train set.
Every minute or so, multiple trains come zooming in and out of the station.
This is one of the busiest train stations in the world. It is fun to watch
(especially after you have had a couple of glasses of wine).
We headed out to Asakusa area of Tokyo taking the Ginza Line
Subway. I really enjoy figuring out how to navigate the Subway. I only wish we
had such a comprehensive transportation system in Los Angeles.
Asakusa is an area of Tokyo that still reflects the old
city. It is dominated by the incredible Senso-ji Temple which is giant Pagoda.
The reason we were headed to that neighborhood was to visit a new museum: The
Amuse Museum. It wasn’t about appetizers, but rather the show was about Boro.
Boro is a textile tradition in Japan where old clothing is constantly repaired
by patchwork. Nothing is thrown away, the poor, mostly farmer families would
constantly repair garments they wore by recycling and attaching small pieces of
other garments. Nothing was ever discarded. It is the ultimate recycling.
Surprisingly, these old patched garments, look like current fashion items. The
documentation of the textiles was in English and Japanese and was outstanding.
The collector of over 20,000 garments, Chuzaburo Tanaka, has meticulously
documented his collection of Boro and in addition has written extremely
emotional descriptions of the women who labored to create these garments. It is
an excellent show.
We then headed by subway back to our hotel, but had to make
a stop at our favorite department store anywhere: Mitsukoshi. Unlike American
Department stores, not only do they sell clothing and house wares but they have
a combination of both groceries and takeout food that are unbelievable and
extremely expensive. You can’t help wondering who can afford to but all these
delicious items. We love walking through the store.
Once again, Tokyo overwhelms. We have a corner suite and I
could stay up all night watching the trains and looking at the incredible
architecture. I don’t think any city has more interesting architecture than
Tokyo. The city is incredibly wealthy. It reminds me in a lot of respects of
the movie Blade Runner. It is like stepping into the future. The downside of
course is no one can find anything. We got in our cab to go to dinner, we
handed a map to the restaurant, in Kanji to our driver and he proceeded to get
lost finding the restaurant. It is typical. With all of their GPS and
technology, he eventually called the restaurant and then dropped us off on a
small street and pointed in a general direction. Of course ALL of the signs are
in Japanese, and we could have been directly in front of the restaurant and
wouldn’t have known if we were there or not. Suddenly a woman ran up to us and
said “Mr. Meyer?”. The restaurant sent her out to look for us.
We were going
back to Tomoki Sushi. We ate there at the beginning of our trip, and we knew we
would never get Sushi like this in Los Angeles. The Husband and Wife owners are
adorable and the sushi was great. We didn’t order anything; they just brought
out course after course. Highlights were the Salmon Roe, Red Snapper, Sea
Urchin, Sea Eel Sashimi with sweet Miso. In reality, all courses were great. When we left the restaurant
we needed to hail a taxi. The wife came out stood in the middle of the street
in our chef whites and halted a cab for us. She told the taxi driver to take us
to the Four Seasons and I handed him a hotel card with a map and the address in
Japanese. As he approached the Hotel, he continued past it. I said the hotel
was behind us now about 50 yards. He pulled over, let us out and refused any
payment. This time the taxi gods were with us.