Enoshima

Saturday I took to Tokyo station and the Ginza. I went to the basement of Daimaru, and I swear it was Saks Fifth Avenue meets a grovery store. Some of the finest foods available! There were more French pastries in there than they were in France. I think i shall return there and pick up some trinkets for tonight's dinner party! After that I went to the Ginza. Whoever said New York was the best city on Earth had obviously never been to Tokyo. Hermes here, Gucci there, all so large with styles never seen. And yes, Adrien, I went to the Zara and the selection was unbelievable. Cute employees, too.

So after splurging on some brownies, bagels, and motchi (sp?), I headed over to Machida City for a few drinks with Kerri, Nicky, Eri, Steve, and Mel. I barely had anything to eat that day and so became shitfaced on three beers. The Ginza would have been ashamed.

The next day, after a vile envounter with rancid rice in Nicky's rice cooker, we proceeded to Enoshima. An hour from where I live via countless trains, it's a pretty island that heralds back to older, prettier times where you can actually see the sky and water, thanks to the absence of concrete. It was so pretty!