bouyomi

All day long I listened to the シュプレッヒ・コール (“sprechtchor”) of May Day marchers reverberating outside my window — it’s one of the rewards of livng in the center of town near a major thoroughfare. Like most everyone else, I decided to ignore it, but walked over on a whim on my way to the subway. I shouldn’t have bothered.

What’s most remarkable about Japanese political demonstrations ios the lack of enthusiasm among participants, as those in today’s May Day shuffle once again proved. The mood is similar to that of a distant relation’s wedding or a office drinking party:  No one really wants to attend, but attend they do, because they’ve always attended before.

For the most part, the marchers are senior citizens, equipped with sun bonnets, warm tea in thermos bottles. and naphthalene-scented banners they dig out of the closet once a year.  It’s hard to imagine that these are the same people who wore helmets and lobbed bricks at the riot police back in the 1960s and 70s. But they are, now strolling so much for a cause, but for their health.

Two photos of kids, not related:

golden week already?!

Where I am no one talks abot Golden Week — a string of single holidays that when combined together form almost a week’s break, for everyone, at the same time. Where I work holidays don’t really matter. But walking around I was surprised how deserted the city was, then it hit me: The holiday at the end of the month meant THIS month, and not next.

The city feels like a different place. It’s a good time to simply walk and look and admire the sorts of people you don’t see during the working week, or people you do, but who for a few days are in different clothes or in a different frame altogether.

I carried around a Ricoh GRII, and to be truthful, it’s taking more than a little effort to get to like this little camera. Anyway, heres some snaps from yesterday.