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The Flamboyant Flaneur
The fellow in this story just can not stay home, he puts on the shoes of the flaneur, or casual wanderer. After the long flight across the Pacific Ocean, He arrived at his favorite city rested and ready to enjoy all that it it had to offer. He decided to stroll the streets for awhile to see what he could find to satisfy his inquiring mind. He stopped at several gift shops filled with fancy china, glassware, artwork, jewelery and trinkets, limiting his purchases for the sake of the luggage.
Taking a break on a park bench in a tree filled park, his nose was treated to the sweet essence of cherry blossoms, almost overwhelming. Enough to make him feel good, when He looked at the beauty of the Cherry Blossoms. The Cherry Blossom Festival was at its peak, a magnificent event. Geisha Girls were dancing in many locations. They were dancing at the Cherry Blossom Festival in Tokyo’s Ueno Park to coincide with the Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington D.C..
He strolled along past the open market where you could buy live or dead ducks, chickens or whatever your heart desired. There was a sidewalk café, away from the traffic noise and constant horn honking. He decide to rest and indulge himself with some sushi, rice and some green tea. The sushi was very tasty, a palate, pleasing delight. There were many flavorful bits of the oceans, best. It was all served on a large, ceramic, platter with some seaweed garnish, boiled rice and a raw egg on the side. He did not eat to overfill, just enjoyed a good bit of each delicacy to satisfy his taste buds then was off to do some exploring of the waterfront.
Arriving at the train station just in time for one of the pushers to shove him into the car, the door still hit him in the rear when it closed. That train, crammed full of bodies would take him to the south end of the city. There He could explore the waterfront and witness the ships going in and out of the harbor, hoping to meet an old friend. The weather was absolutely beautiful, sun was up almost to mid sky. A nice warm southerly breeze was coming across the water, a very relaxing place to watch people going to and from their businesses or their homes. Most were traveling by foot or bicycle, from the fish markets. The air was noticeable there.
He discovered two young, very attractive, friendly ladies on a street corner at the waterfront. They confided in him, they were there to entertain the sailors who came into the bar for refreshments. That bar was a beehive of dancing bodies, bawdy music and the sound of breaking glass. He just didn’t feel the need to step inside. The ladies still offered to show him their wares. He almost honored that offer, of an afternoon diversion or short excursion. It could have been a time of relaxation, exploration, even high expectation.
He decided to find his train and go back into the heart of the city for a night of rekindling an old friendship, then rest and recuperation. He got off the train at Ueno Station and proceeded to his hotel on foot. It was only a short distance away, the city was quieting down now. He decided to walk instead of taking a Pedi Cab. It had been a memorable day in Tokyo for this lone, traveling flaneur, the night held even more promise.