Goodbye Tokyo, Hello Kyoto

I started my morning at the Tsukiji Outer Market, to discover that the famous fish market is closed on Wednesdays. But no worries—there was still plenty to explore. From there, I wandered over to Tsukiji Honganji Temple. What struck me was how effortlessly Tokyo balances the old with the new, and the serene with the bustling. I tried to capture this contrast in my photos, but you'll have to decide for yourself in my Tokyo Album.

Next, I followed Junko’s wonderful recommendation and visited the Kabukiza Theatre. I managed to get a seat for a matinee performance of a one-act play. I’ll admit, I was hesitant at first. But once I learned they offer synchronized English subtitles through a nifty device, I was sold. The performance was unlike anything I’d seen before—different, yes, but deeply engaging and beautifully executed. Even without much theatre expertise, I could tell the audience was captivated, and so was I.

After the play, it was time for a change of scenery and another hotel switch, all in the midst of Tokyo’s humid 29°C heat. By now, arriving drenched seems to have become a bit of a theme for this trip, but at least I’m embracing it! This time, I had the foresight to take a break before venturing out for the evening.

My first stop was Tokyo Tower. The views were stunning, and the tower actually did have a resemblance to the Eiffel Tower. It’s probably the height and the structure, but not so much the inside—check out my Tokyo Album and you’ll see what I mean. After a blissful ice cream break with those spectacular views, I made my way to Shinjuku.

Dinner was on my mind, and I was determined to eat at the famous Omoide Yokocho. But as I strolled through its narrow, crowded alleys, trying to pick a place to eat, I felt a bit overwhelmed. It's not that I mind traveling or eating alone—I actually enjoy the freedom—but the hustle, the unfamiliarity, it all felt a little intimidating in that moment. So, I decided to move on and explore another equally bustling area, taking it all in. Words fail to describe it, but I’ve included a few photos in my Tokyo Album to give you a glimpse of the scene.

On my way back to the train station, I passed through Omoide Yokocho once more. After a bit of an internal battle, I somehow found myself in an elevator, heading to a restaurant upstairs, encouraged by a kind woman who assured me dining alone was perfectly fine. I didn’t venture too far out of my comfort zone with food, but hey—one step at a time. The gyoza, chicken skewers, and chilled plum wine were absolutely delicious.

It was the perfect late-night meal before heading back to my Ryokan—a traditional Japanese inn complete with tatami mats and futons—for a peaceful night's sleep.

After a restful night, I’m now aboard the bullet train, heading towards my next adventure: Kyoto.

With gratitude,

Renate