OH the joy of walking around alone at night in a safe, safe, safe city! I rocked it, hardcore: 5 miles clear across the city, 3 maps in hand, from 6pm to 9:30pm. Yum, yum, yum. I think I’m sort of catching this photography lust thing that my friends have.
Now the delicious facts: The only “catcall” in 4 hours: A gentleman softly saying: “Oh.”
The only “being hit on” in 4 hours: When I was waiting for my friend at the train station a businessman politely asked: “Are you waiting for your boyfriend?” I lied, “Sure,” and he said, “Ok then,” and walked kindly away.
Ever traveled in Latin America? OH we love (love to the love love LOVE) Latin America, but you cannot walk down a mili-inch of pavement around those parts without a hoot, grope, piropo, menacing leer, major or minor stalking, etc! Japan is the most relaxing, let-you-be place to travel!— minus the insanely giant (yet logical) subway :)
Oh, and my fave-orino pic of this bunch is the heavily suited policeman inside the perpetual motion machine, trying gently to fix it! Gorgeous. I’m also real proud of that first rainbow riot of neon (there are about ten million different squares like that in Tokyo, since it is basically Times Square in a cloning machine on speed).