… but unfortunately, I have to.
Tokyo/Narita > Paris/Charles > Warsaw
Time to go home.
Oh how I missed traveling on the subway. I spent last few days exploring my neighborhood on foot and now I’m on the subway to Asakusa (going to Sensō-ji) and I love it (because I love people-watching). I wish I could take pictures of people around me but I guess they wouldn’t like that 😉
My smiling theory is working! People are nicer and try to explain things to me – in French. Smiling did not make me understand it. So I did what every hungry person who doesn’t know language would do: I bought my dinner at a convenience store of sorts. My feast for tonight:
(yep, Starbucks and squishy thingy – I feel so mainstream that it’s not even funny)
BTW, I saw it, I misread it, and I can’t unsee it:
Everything is in French here. I don’t know even one French word. I feel like a barbarian. Or maybe they make me feel like one when they act oh-so-surprised when I reveal my “no French” weakness. Considering that I’m going to Japan with ever bigger weakness (“no Japanese, no sushi, please give me a fork”), it’s a good exercise. Especially as people tend to get nicer when you smile at them. So, smile mode: on.
WAW – CDG – NRT