Merc 07/04/10: Fish Market, Imperial Palace (Furch all the gardens).
up early morning person, aware that even the coffee, or rather the piss man who drank coffee in a can of compounds can improve our situation, we continue undeterred towards the Fish Market.
We arrive there at 6:00 to discover that we could go too slowly, since it is off season fishing, the market had already closed. In fact, we should turn a bit 'between merchants who are putting off and groped to imagine what a mess it could be. At least I acquire information for the next trip, that is, the famous Tuna auction and a portion of the market, are closed to tourists, let's not forget that it is not a tourist attraction, but a place of work. However the entrance there are brochures with maps and you can even book a guide, all because the market is actually the biggest fish in the world, ergo is immense.
To console the early rising in vain, at least we decide (even though they were and add the 6 am) to stop and eat at a small restaurant located to the left as you enter the market. We enter one that has the prices that we can read, and it is also quite suitable for the tourists, they give us even a laser to indicate the dish you want. We choose a with salmon, a bowl of rice with pieces of raw fish over a treat. A gentleman next to us also to explain how it has to be eaten, or taking a bowl of soy sauce, wasabi that we find in the melting pot as a decoration, mix and pour over the fish bowl. Or because we have followed the advice or because the fish was very fresh, was the most delicious dish I've eaten in Japan. Everything melts in the mouth with an explosion of flavors. Better not think about it. Given that in
Japponia we had 2 main curses: Imperial Garden and Mount Fuji. Then you'll understand why. However
ci fermiamo al parco Hibiya, proprio accanto al complesso del Palazzo imperaile e aspettiamo che ci raggiunga il terzo moschiettere Phil e il programma è appunto andare a vedere i giardini imperiali. Mentre godiamo l’antitesi di incrocio di stradoni dietro e parco con ciliegi, laghetto, natura libera davanti (il bello dei parchi jappi è appunto che lasciano quell’entropia tipica della natura proprio per farli sembrare più veri, e il risultato, oltre ad essere più belli, è che sono molto più rilassanti) notiamo un vecchino - custode del parco che spazza le foglie con immensa meticolosità. La sua meticolosità è tale, che nonostante quasi tutti gli alberi stiano perdendo le foglie, quindi dopo mezz’ora il I miss his work will be noted, however, after he swept around the driveway, he is concerned, then just see a leaf fall, the approaches, picks it up and throws it away. I stress that turn your back to do another course other leaves were falling, but he leaves that he collected anyway. The meticulousness of the Oscar, for us, normal routine for Jappe. We cross the street, greet the bus Jappe "My Only" and begin to walk around the walls of the huge imperial palace complex. The moral is that it turns turns, we arrive at the entrance of rain gardens, and you'll wonder who visit the garden when it rains. We decide to go and this is the beginning the curse, the gardens will not be able to go there anymore. However, the only walk around it's crazy, it makes you realize the immensity of the emperor in which he lives.
what you can do if it rains? Refugees in AkiaVara and enter the mega electronics store, a kind of Comet, but 7-storey and the main difference is that while in Italy it is impossible to find committed, as you turn you turn if you need there is always a Hunt committed in Japan, in its positive range, minimum 4 had committed, of course, give you the "Welcome shopping" in Japanese and hang from your lips waiting for you to need something. Emotion and emotion. In addition to wonder how much stuff could be in there, for the prices, slightly lower for many things, for the field of their phones (because they need to write huge screens, and our cell phones if they're little) .. In short it was something to see. After having wandered some more '(we are obviously retouched by the sex shop), we decide to go home at a reasonable hour the next day because we expect the trip to Kyoto, and it is better to be in shape. But before going to bed you need a ride to the laundry, star strariempire 2 weeks off without a suitcase is not impossible if you do a laundry. Under guidance of our friend and manager of a ryokan Satoshi reach Laundry a gettoni posta in un vicolo fatto a chiocciola (per la serie o sai dov’è o non ci vai) vicina ad un bagno pubblico. Le macchine sono un po’ scassate ma sembra facciamo il loro dovere, a parte che è tutto scritto in kanji. Non abbiamo il detersivo e coi gettoni prendiamo quello che pensiamo possa essere detersivo ma in realtà non lo sappiamo perché vengono giù dal distributore 3 scatole con lo stesso disegno ma con colori diversi. Deduciamo che il blu possa essere il detersivo e che il rosa l’ammorbidente ma non ci fidiamo molto. Un jappo, giovane, entra e proviamo a chiedergli informazioni. In un bizzarro dialogo gesticolato jappo-italiano-inglese? Forse capiamo come funziona il tutto, l’unica cosa che non azzecchiamo is the softening, but not bad. Even while the poor because I had forgotten jappino explained that under the sweatshirt I had nothing apart from the bra (all my shirts were washed) and taking the heat of the little I almost did not want a micro-strip (Jappo poor, already tits do not see ever).
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