:: The Last Supper ::
The 七五三 Shichigosan Matsuri and its festivities were still ongoing at the local shrine, with the many
As we moved through the throngs, the working class, in various states of
Sobriety, moving eastwards, towards Shinjuku Station to catch the last train home.
J achieved a superb finishing in his 'pinball' endeavor, and insisted on giving me
A good last supper in this City of No Sleep. We arrived at Tsukiji Sushi (in Shinjuku though),
After some instructions from his wife, M. Apparently J brought his family to Tsukiji Sushi
During his last family trip to Tokyo. We started with draft beer, worked on the raw bits,
Sometimes, on rice; sometimes, not, amongst the chatter of work and life and then, a bit more
And ended with a smooth finish of sake.
Somehow, even as I am about to leave, a tinge of
Wistfulness emerges. I know I'll be back