We stayed in Tokyo for a change this weekend and tried to find a few new favorite havens in town. In Primrose Hill we were so spoilt for parks, with Regents park on our doorstep, and Hampstead Heath about 20 minutes walk away - we became, park people. Well pub & park people. They do parks really really well in London. They do gardens really really well in Japan, but that is not exactly the same as a park. Still we headed over to Shinjuku to do some shopping and spent a few pleasant hours strolling & lounging in the garden there. The strolling and lounging greatly aided by a recent drop in temperature by a few crucial degrees. In fact as we were commenting on how lovely the weather was I saw a thermometer reading 31 C (89 F). Delightful ! But compared to the last months, it feels downright autumnal. We stopped at a tea house at the park that has previously caught my eye. After purchasing a ticket from a vending machine you pass through the sliding doors of an austere wooden building to be served very green tea and perplexing sweet (with suspended beans) by a woman in a kimono with a flair for dramatic bows. So Tokyo that vending machine, that odd mix. You can leave your shoes on at this one, but apparently decorum dictates you leave your Starbucks outside.
We stayed in Tokyo for a change this weekend and tried to find a few new favorite havens in town. In Primrose Hill we were so spoilt for parks, with Regents park on our doorstep, and Hampstead Heath about 20 minutes walk away - we became, park people. Well pub & park people. They do parks really really well in London. They do gardens really really well in Japan, but that is not exactly the same as a park. Still we headed over to Shinjuku to do some shopping and spent a few pleasant hours strolling & lounging in the garden there. The strolling and lounging greatly aided by a recent drop in temperature by a few crucial degrees. In fact as we were commenting on how lovely the weather was I saw a thermometer reading 31 C (89 F). Delightful ! But compared to the last months, it feels downright autumnal. We stopped at a tea house at the park that has previously caught my eye. After purchasing a ticket from a vending machine you pass through the sliding doors of an austere wooden building to be served very green tea and perplexing sweet (with suspended beans) by a woman in a kimono with a flair for dramatic bows. So Tokyo that vending machine, that odd mix. You can leave your shoes on at this one, but apparently decorum dictates you leave your Starbucks outside.
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