… sounds a little more dramatic than, “removed some very dry and hardened pieces of skin that were causing massive blisters, swelling, and pain,” but I swear, it felt like the latter. I have gauze on my foot. It was just this morning. I’m a little afraid to look.
The worst thing to be told, while traveling, is “try not to walk too much.” So today is a lazy day, and I’ll just take it easy… lots of breaks and so on. I picked up a few Japanese jazz CDs at an HMV and my goodness one of them is downright amazing. Some young woman (Chihiro Yamanaka) banging the hell out of a piano.
Now I’m copying photos to my little porta-hard-drive from my (horribly full) memory cards for my camera. In this little cafe, you sit on the (padded) floor with shoes off. Someone a couple of booths over is playing a huge and good selection of jazz music. It was Monk a few minutes ago, and right it’s early Miles Davis (though not with Monk). And if my glance was correct, they’re high school kids who are listening to this stuff.
But half the day is gone, and I suppose I should get going. I would like to see Ginza, and I have a few other plans I’ll try to follow through on before the end of the day. Injured or not, how often am I in Tokyo? Exactly.
Ow.