Before we get to yesterday's adventures, I just want to say thanks for all your support and kind words. It really means a lot to me that so many wonderful people care enough about Liz and me to follow my ramblings online. I feel so special and loved. Dōmo arigatōgozaimashita (thanks so much)!
That's enough sentimentality for now, so here we go to the good stuff. Tokyo Midtown consists of a very upscale mall/galleria inside two large towers and is near the area where we live. We happen to live in the classiest/ most upscale area of Tokyo (gush gush) so wearing sweatpants outside the apartment is a serious faux pas. Though the grocery store is open 24 hours, I have yet to see anybody inside who doesn't look completely put together. The store is called Precce and I frequent it at all hours because I never know when Liz will be home or what she'll be craving to eat for the night. Yesterday, I was involved in the most adorable interaction. I was standing at the check out waiting for a mother and girl to finish paying in front of me. The girl (aged between 5 and 6?) happened to turn my way. Once she saw me, her eyes got huge and her mouth dropped into a perfect O. She stretched out her whole arm and pointed right at me. Well, this was interesting because I wasn't sure yet if I looked terrifying or amusing. She quickly turned to her mom and spoke rapid Japanese. I'm not sure what was said, but she immediately turned back to me with the biggest grin on her face. She said, "Hello" and squealed with delight. It was ADORABLE. I laughed and said "Hi." She again turned away speaking quickly in Japanese. This time the convo was a little longer and I could hear the mom whisper in English "where are you from" like she was explaining how to say it to the little girl. The girl turned toward me again and said "Where are..." but she couldn't figure out the rest. Again, ridiculously adorable. I said "America" with a smile. The mom and the girl both said "America!" in response and seemed to get very excited. It was my turn to pay at the counter, so the mom gave me a gracious look and the little girl turned and said "Thank you!" I think she was pretty thrilled to see a real live American to use to practice her English. I was pretty excited to feel good about being an American. Yay for conquering the language barrier!
Here's a photo of part of the mall inside Tokyo Midtown.
I visited the Suntory Museum of Art on the third floor yesterday. I couldn't take any pictures inside, but I can tell you a little about what I saw. This particular exhibit was all about Imari. Imari is Japanese porcelain made for European palaces in the seventeenth century. First produced in the Arita region, it was referred to as Imari because it was shipped from the port of Imari for distribution throughout Japan. The Dutch East India company exported the Imari to Europe where they were not only luxurious functional pieces but also status symbols for aristocrats. I saw 190 examples of the porcelain art displayed in the museum. The detail and craftsmanship was breathtaking. I rented one of those audio guides in English for only 5 bucks and it definitely enriched my experience. My favorite pieces were giant vases depicting scenes with phoenix and tigers. It is nearly unfathomable how these plates and bowls survived since as early at 1630. 1630! I can barely comprehend that far in the past. I also loved the mini tea sets and small statues of sumo wrestlers that were used for door stops. I'm very happy I decided to trek there on my own. It was wonderful to see the fruits of another culture and also how excited the other museum-goers were to learn about a small piece of Japanese history. Here's the poster on the outside of the museum. You can probably get the gist of the exhibit from it.