A fun way to spend a Saturday morning.
This fellow was super content.
Stop!
In the end we didn’t buy anything. I don’t need a $100 hand crafted wood comb. But really enjoyed wandering around.
A fun way to spend a Saturday morning.
This fellow was super content.
Stop!
In the end we didn’t buy anything. I don’t need a $100 hand crafted wood comb. But really enjoyed wandering around.
If you live in Japan, you know that the Japanese are dog crazy. With a plummeting birth rate, the dogs are clearly filling a gap.
This little fellow is in the pet store down the street. Take a guess at the price.
You are probably wrong.
That translates to roughly $20K CDN. Premium, for sure. If you are going to have a dog that expensive, you better buy a dog stroller.
You better buy a carrier too.
Of course, if you are having a tea party, everyone needs to be dressed up – bow in the hair and all.
Japanese love their dogs. Check out this site from some amazing Japan dog photos.
There is always a line around a stairwell near Shibuya in Tokyo. Why? Popcorn of course.
It was a Saturday and the “feels like” temperature is 42. Perfect temperature to line up for an hour to get some hot popcorn right? The parasol helps.
It is right around the corner from this incredibly quirky street, Takeshita Street.
Costume shops, punk rock clothing and a hundred things in between including great outfits for your dog.
Not sure marvel would appreciate the cross-dressing Spiderman.
Crepes on the corner, ice cream and chocolate or tuna and lettuce? Would you like that in a cone?
Absolutely must get to this place before we head back to NA. Stock up on Halloween costumes.
(NOTE: EXPLETIVE AHEAD – FEEL FREE TO STOP READING).
I have thought about blogging about this before, and will instead make a simple reference. In Japan there are almost no t-shirts with the Japanese language on them, only English (which is an oddity). Furthermore, the Japanese use English words in odd ways and it is very clear that they do not understand the cultural implications of some words.
In an overly formal and polite society which does not have swear words in the language (In Japan, you swear through voice inflection – there literally are no swear words), it makes their prominent display of the f-word quite surprising. My son once pulled me aside to show me a 80 year old woman with the word prominently displayed on her shirt. I recently walked behind a young man who had it written all over his shorts.
It isn’t quite “everywhere”, but surprisingly common. Walking down this street, I counted it on 7 items of clothing including this young, well dressed girl’s hat as she strolled through a shop (I cropped the picture).
I really do think someone needs to sit them down and explain the word. Stranger in a strange land.
From Stuart McLean’s Stories from the Vinyl Cafe:
Dorothy knew exactly what she was doing buying the dog. It wasn’t for company – although, at the time, the notion of having something in her life that loved and, more importantly, listened to her, was a comforting thought. She bought him because she didn’t want her life getting too easy. Complications were important. Without something messing up your plans you became self-centered. Then you became selfish.
Well put.