Day eleven. After nine days of Japan, Tokyo seems to be Tokyo, like New York is New York and not the United States and like Barcelona is Barcelona, not Spain (nor even Catalonia for that matter). Even in such a quick superficial visit, one can see that women are conscious that they need to beat the fashion standards of Milan. Even one alone at an empty street corner in Ginza at seven in the morning seemed to pay attention to the gracious angle with which she carried her umbrella. The men on their side wear sophisticated glasses (do they always need them? I am not so sure) and fold up the lower part of their jeans to refresh their ankles in the summer. But they do it so impeccably that I wonder if they don’t iron them that way. They definitely abstain from the straw hat that Japanese tourists wear to protect themselves from the heat (The one that made me blend in completely when in the hills).