Tsukiji

After a night of complete bed rest we were more refreshed, and we found the streets more easy to recognize.

(Well, our IQ probably doubled once our blood was diverted from muscle back to the brain.)

We set off to the place where Vivian is going to work - the National Cancer Center of Tokyo, which is some 20-minute walk from where my wife lives. Although we knew beforehand the Center is a luxurious building complex, Vivian and I remained stunned when the extravagant palace of oncology appeared - it seemed the diamond on the crown of the Ginza (銀座) area.

As a distinct contrast, on the opposite side of the road we saw the Tsukiji market (築地市場).

And, almost drowned in a crowd of tourists and local housewives, we suddenly realized why Shintaro Ishihara (石原慎太郎) proposed to move the market to somewhere else.

PS. Vivian and I took some time to navigate through the market to search for daily needs. Thinking of her new working place, my wife commented, "Japanese are so fond of salt and nitrosamine - that's why they have so many (cases of) cancer and high blood pressure."

I considered for a while, "That may be true, but after all they have the longest life expectancy."