Retrospective
Tokyo, Japan.
After walking around Harajuku armed with our cameras, taking note and photos of goth girls, we trekked around Ebisu, in offbeat areas which seem to be getting increasingly popular, some of which stir up fond memories of Melbourne's Greville Street for me. A simple but sumptuous home-cooked dinner later, we went looking for a particular bar in Shibuya which we finally found hidden in a relatively quiet sidestreet, but we chose to visit the one next door first. Sex on the beach with Charlie Chaplin, then my aural radar picked up the distinctive accents of the three men who were sitting behind us.
"You guys from Australia?" I piped. They looked at me and grinned. So I said I came from Melbourne. The "What are you doing here in a bar in Tokyo?" and "What are you doing here anyway?" type questions followed, of course. Jest, fun, cocktail and books on art.
There was magic in the air, and the people on the street are moved by it, immersed in it. On the way home, we passed a guy fast asleep on the pavement. The night melted away much too fast.
Posted by sniffles at August 25, 2002 02:16 AM