It’s been a mad busy couple of days. Steve, Kris and I have checked out Asakusa, Kappabashi-dori, Ueno’s Ameya Yokocho, Ikebukkuro, visited the Japanese Sword Museum, ninja-esque in its secretiveness, and saw the much-ballyhooed Roppongi Hills Mori Art Museum.
Oh, and we saw “House of the Flying Daggers,” or “Lovers,” ironically a less romantic title, and unfortunately the one used here in Japan.
Oh, and Kris and Steve joined me for a class with a private student.
Oh, and… nevermind. But I want to get a few words in on the sword and art museums, since I’ve been to the other places before.
The Nippon Bijutsu Token Hozon Kyokai in Yoyogi was small but fiesty. I mean, the collection of swords, ranging from the famous katana to the lesser-known tachi, wakizashi, and tanto seemed small, maybe several dozen total, until I realized that the chances of seeing another collection as wide-ranging as this were somewhere between zero and, well, zero.
Also of very keen interest were the two pamphlets offered for free at the museum, detailing the histories of the major Japanese swords and how to care for them. An excellent museum, especially for only 500 yen.
The Mori Art Museum was a bit more of a hit-or-miss situation, much improved by finding a bagel joint afterwards that serves H and H bagels, imported from Manhattan. But I salivate…
The “Colors” exhibit was a pretentious stroll through the world of fashion. Bored out of my gourd. However, the Tsuyoshi Ozawa exhibition was both humorous and serious, as evidenced by the wonderully large photos of women from around the world sculpting fake guns from their daily food shopping. Also not to be missed: the Soy Sauce Art Museum.