One of the best things about having Nerissa to stay is that my irritation at things here in Tokyo has been almost entirely vindicated. By lunchtime today she too was calling into question the parental heritage of whoever designed the pedestrian traffic lights, and I think that she had enough of bikes on pavements within half an hour of her arrival. Owing to the fact that she has more patience in her little finger than I possess in my entirety, I think that she is genuinely surprised that my head has not yet exploded.
In the afternoon we went wandering through the streets of Ginza, in search of expensive fruit so that Nerissa could prove to her Dad that her Secondary School Geography teacher had been correct, and that fruit prices were astronomical. As well as your ‘standard’ £5 apples and £10 mangos, we also managed to track down a square watermelon for the not unreasonable price of ¥15,750 (£118). However, even this was dwarfed by the gargantuan ¥21,000 (£157) for a single Honeydew melon that we spotted in one of the department stalls. To say that some Japanese people have more money than sense would be like saying their usage of umbrellas is a bit annoying.