Today, for the first time, as I was walking along a Japanese street a Japanese person called out to me and knew me. It was Nozomi -san, a coworker of mine. I love Nozomi, she is one of the smartest people I know. Her English, both spoken and written, is perfect (she has never lived in America). She is great mother to her two year old named Unity. If life was fair she would go to a university and use those brains to help run the world.
I saw this elderly couple on the street, right before I took the photo the man had to sit down to rest and his wife stood over him with her hand on his shoulder while he caught his breath. It was touching.
Almost every restaurant here has plastic food in the window. There is a kitchen supply store in Tokyo that sells the plastic food.