I went back to finish up my souvenir shopping is Asakusa on Monday. I expected it to be a bit uncrowded due to it being Monday and it generally was. The rain also helped keep some of the sightseers away. There were still streams of tour groups following the triangular flags, and I heard English, Chinese, and German, as I quickly made my way from the main shopping street onto to the backstreets. I feel at home there. My pace slows, my eyes sharped, and I can just be.
There are those pockets, tiny little pockets, of what Asakusa must have been like. It still has got to be the number one destination for foreigners and Japanese travelers to Tokyo, but they more or less stick to the Nakamise (main shopping street) and visit the temple. I am much more interested in those side streets for the real craftsmen.
The little gardens that thrive in only 15 centimeters of space. It is what I love about tokyo. Those intense patches of greening life against the drab of frozen gray concrete.
As I am typing this I gaze out my window to see snowflakes drift on down from the skies. It is hard to imagine that in a little more than 24 hours time, I will be gazing out my window and hearing the cawing of parrots.