After my visit to the Sensō-ji Temple, I took the opportunity to wander through the neighbouring streets. The golden hour had descended and was nearly gone, so the pre-twilight gave everything a sort of glow and sparkle that makes everything more interesting.

My explorations took me to Nakamise-dōri, the famous shopping street whose origins date from the early 18th century, though now it is filled with souvenir shops and food stalls.

From Asakusa, I took the subway back toward Tokyo station and my capsule hotel. Riding the famous subway was an experience unto itself. Of course, I had to see what rush hour was like in Tokyo, and I was not disappointed. Massive crowds, subterranean tunnel after tunnel of train lines and confusing ticket machines all made for an entertaining experience. And everyone queues on the left when riding the escalators, allowing people to pass on the right. This is unheard of in both DC and London, so I guess just doing what everyone else does is sometimes the best advice. Not always, kids. But sometimes.

Tomorrow’s post will recount my experiences staying in a capsule, equal parts space ship and cozy comfort.

Title quote: Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle