Fabric Town

I woke up Wednesday morning to discover I am in the heart of Fabric Town. The streets are teeming with quick-footed women checking weights, densities and twists per meter, running their hands across this bolt and that. 

My goal was to kick off my trip with a visit to some goofy destination like this bird cafe, where you sip coffee while birds eat out of your hand. Smocks are provided to keep them from shitting directly on you. But I was utterly routed by rain and made it only to Yanaka Cemetery before deciding that forfeiting my phone and camera on Day 1 wouldn't be prudent. Rain is just a rumor where I come from, and today I learned an umbrella is good only for keeping your Cleveland Guardians cap dry.

This is the park where I'm supposed to go if there's a big earthquake. Drinking in public is legal, but being a dick is against the rules.

After drying off, I lay down for a nap at 3 p.m. and woke up 15 hours later.