This is right across the street from another unassuming row of apartment houses. Incredible.
Had I not been so wiped out, I'd have spent more time here, just chilling. But I had a ways to go before I got back to the hotel.
But it was a nice little stop on the way back.
Japan. I mean, come on. The best.
I'll spare you a whole lot more yawn-inducing photos of city streets, except for this one with the pink lanterns. And a few more...
So I'm walking along, figuring I'll just head generally in the direction of the train station, not worrying too much about following any particular route, when I come upon this row of buildings that look... unusual.
Moulin Rouge. Interesting. Looks like a club of some kind, with some live entertainment, perhaps?
Wait a minute... THE RED-LIGHT DISTRICT! IT'S STILL HERE AND I FOUND IT! By chance, totally, I swear. Really. (Can't lie, though: I was very curious to find out what was going on in a place called "Violence Soap." But also a little afraid to find out, because I've seen my share of manga and hentai... you know what I'm saying...)
I did also pass another club called something like "American Cheer Girls," but I figured conspicuous picture-taking, by an obvious foreigner, might be an un-good idea, so I put the camera away for a while.
After some more aimless strolling, it became clear that I was pretty lost. But good old Skytree was a terrific landmark by which to navigate and I did manage, eventually, to get back to the Asakusa train station.
Had a quick dinner at a little steakhouse near the hotel and went upstairs and collapsed, again. Big, BIG day the next day, my first Intamin Mega-lite.
I do! And always will!
To be continued.
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