Photographs from a small group of islands
Tokyo doesn’t exactly have a glut of greenery, and a good deal of what there is has a ban on barbecues, so, when a spot of outdoor dining is desired, compromises sometimes have to be made when it comes to conditions and copious amounts of concrete.
Like father, like son.
Samuel Johnson’s famous adage that, “when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life” is also equally true when talk turns to Tokyo, although at the same time, extricating oneself from the Japanese capital every now and again is not only nice, but occasionally necessary.
And, as it’s not much more than an hour away — from west Tokyo at least — Yamanashi offers a genuinely convenient contrast to the concrete and crowds.
Well, the grape growing region of the prefecture does anyway, as the flavoursome fruit can found almost everywhere.
Even on vines above vehicles.
And now is the perfect time to go and pick some.
The only trouble is, it’s really hot. Really horribly hot in fact. However, all is not lost, as even though the wine found in them isn’t very nice,
and taking note of it,
let alone tasting it,
isn’t what I would call wise, the region’s cellars are, unlike the Chardonnay, really quite refreshing.
And, as an added bonus of sorts, they may also offer up a brief glimpse of a young boy’s burgeoning love affair with booze.
Street style.
When it comes to tranquilness, or merely taking some time out, a big cup of tea always takes some beating.
It’s difficult to know whether the owners of this restaurant were looking to recreate some sort of roman-esque banquet space, or the lounging noodle lover is a nod to something I simply know nothing about, but either way, as far as promotional pictures go, it’s arguably not particularly appealing.
