10 April 2010

Japanese class was terrible and I was close to tears at one point. I can't in all honesty blame it completely on my many absences lately, as I just don't seem to retain vocabulary like the others. I wish I could have got a photo of the pen case of one of my classmates. The tin was decorated with flowers but had the words 'Mens Black Members' stamped onto it! She is from China so won't understand why it is so titillating.


Later we went to Naka Meguro, taking the bus to Ebisu (to Emily's delight) and then walking downhill to the famous hanami venue, where we joined the hordes of Japanese at play under the cherrytree-lined river.

It actually feels a little Parisian there, though the bridges over the hemmed in waterway could do with being a little less functional and more decorative. The road was lined with street vendors selling hot food and alcohol (even pink champagne and caipirinha cocktails) but we had to walk some way before we found somewhere to grab some food and drink, though admittedly a very smart organic deli cum cafe.

Due to the lateness of Emily's nap, we had no time to stay out longer so made our way home again, via the bus. Giving the daytime sleep up will certainly make weekend days out more enjoyable and manageable.