This keen Tokyo golfer may well live way out west in the mountainous, decidedly non-urban outskirts of the capital, and yet the lush fairways of his dreams must still seem incredibly far away.
A small homage to Japan’s humble and green public telephones
Public telephones are still a surprisingly common sight in Tokyo, and the very distinctive green models never fail to catch the eye, so with that in mind, it seemed like a good idea to put some photos together as a small homage of sorts.
The timing also makes sense, as last spring a decision was made to gradually reduce their presence to about a quarter of the current number, marking a very definite turning point in the future visibility of these once invaluable devices. They were also made obsolete on all shinkansen, with the still installed but no longer operational unit in photo 8 presumably the last one I’ll ever see.
Perhaps more than anything though is that there’s just something about them. Something that’s admittedly hard to define, and yet along with the obvious element of nostalgia, they also seem to posses a kind of quiet dignity. Maybe even a sense of loneliness in their always ready to serve but now rarely used state. All of which is probably a little over the top, but what’s for certain is that visibly at least they will be missed.
Details of a shuttered up Tokyo liquor store
Old and faded shop fronts are almost always interesting, with the colours, signs and slow decay suggestive of the years that have passed and the stories held within. Usually a simple straight on shot — just like this other retro booze shop — is enough for me to document it and have a keepsake before its likely demolition, but something about this one demanded more. It’s not that special really, and yet the shutters, along with the broken vending machine did seem to require several extra photos. A decision that also provided the perfect opportunity to get a person in the frame which is always worth the effort.
A terrifically old school little Tokyo bar
When sliding open the door to enter a little Tokyo bar, there’s often no way of knowing what the interior will be like. One can make some educated guesses of course, but the outside isn’t always a good indicator of what’s on the inside. Sometimes that results in disappointment, but sometimes it’s quite the opposite, and the tiny establishment below most definitely fell into the latter category.
The grubby windows meant seeing in wasn’t possible, and even getting in wasn’t easy due to the door being so old and twisted, but once seated, the stained walls and glass made for a sight to behold and then some. A bar that’s as small as it is interesting, and without a doubt the perfect place to sit, relax and take in all the intriguing little details.
Tokyo drinking alleyway sign, bikes and disarray
These previously posted sights and sounds from a Japanese drinking alleyway were taken in a place that is as unique as it is atmospheric. Unfortunately the little spot below can’t match that anymore, as even at night it’s a lot quieter than it used to be. Half of it has been demolished, and a good number of the remaining bars are no longer in operation. The Drinkers’ Alley sign at the entrance, on the other hand, still looks as incredible as ever, and its rather precarious appearance is only added to by the cluttered and suitably shabby surroundings.
In and out of an old Japanese yakitori bar
Towards the end of last year I posted the same exterior photo, offering a glimpse inside this little yakitori place. At that time it was our second visit, and also the second, increasingly frustrating occasion to be denied entry. Such small bars are great in so many ways, but their limited space does mean that securing an empty seat isn’t always the easiest. Timing is very much of the essence, and on both evenings we’d clearly been way off.
Thankfully the third time was indeed the lucky one, and as expected it didn’t disappoint. The mama-san has been quietly holding fort there for over three decades, while the bar itself has been in business for about half a century. A further fifty years is obviously out of the question, but with the owner still positively youthful compared to many of her peers, it’s likely that everything will remain pretty much the same for many more evenings to come.
