The Tokyo Experience: Nichiyobi (please don't correct my spelling)

Getting lost is occurring less, as I adjust to the mass transit system and gain a sense of direction in the city. On this day I met with my aunt and her husband, who live about fifteen minutes northeast of me by express train. They were a shining example of Japanese hospitality and humility. I met my aunt first and wanted to hug her, but didn't so as not to embarrass her in public. When I met her husband (for the first time) he was simply introduced as "my husband". I wanted to hug him too and call him uncle, but again I restrained myself. Our lunch was quiet and calm, not much like the loud version of an American reunion. I felt comfortable and was relieved that I didn't have to explain anything or make up useless chit-chat. One thing nice about the "shyness" or what I would prefer to call "stillness" of their persona, is that when emotions such as laughter do arise, they are genuine and felt deeply. Alrighty then, so after a gigantic lunch (our waitress messed up our order so we got double soba) we headed to the market.

The place was six floors of everything you could possibly think of that would fit in the building. It was similar to Costco or Sam's, but you don't have to buy in large quantities. The bottom floor was an extensive grocery or food market. So per request, photos from a market, starting with the bakery section:

These were skillfully crafted "piggy" cocktail wieners.

Meats on sticks. Skewers, Kabobs, Yakitori.

Chefs were cutting and packing sushi quality fish. You can tell the fish are fresh, by the clarity of their eyes ;) Hawaii and Japan are the only two places I've ever seen good sushi in a grocery store.