Stacks and stacks of cargo waiting in a holding pen in the Shinagawa port.  Wonder where they are all from, and what they contain.

Can you’ll all out there see this back alley.  Just there waiting.  A little slice of siding cake just ready to be put into it’s proper dimensions.

Ya’ll dig it?

I was lucky to have to visit immigration to pick up my visa today.  Ok, so I wasn’t really lucky, the immigration building in tokyo is a 15 minute walk from a little known station, and a good nearly 30 minute walk from Shinagawa station.  At least on the way back to Shinagawa station, the sun was high and the weather was cool without being cold.

I found a little back alley that pulled me to walk down as I was making my way to the gleaming Shinagawa station.  There were the back of stores, the entrances to offices, and even a tiny fish market.  They were all wedged in there between the narrowest of alley ways.  They were just there waiting for me.  Lovely winding Tokyo.

I needed to head to Shinagawa to renew my visa today.  If you think the bureaucracy in the states is bad, it is nothing compared to the Japanese. Well at least they are usually polite, usually.  After I was done I took a stroll, or I should say a bit of an urban hike from the waterside of Shinagawa all the way to the luxury brand infused stores of Ginza.

To many pictures to choose for a day, so I will just post a few from the waterside, heartland of industry, freight and the out of the way immigration office.