Tokyo, Japan

Sunday, September 29, 1929

A dark rainy day. Have no idea what time I woke up, but it was late. The girl brought my breakfast—which does not differ much from dinner—six bowls of rice, a soup with something like string beans in it, relishes, and some sort of pieces of fried meat, fish perhaps. Then the tea. I certainly consume large quantities of tea a day. Japanese food would not appeal to me as a steady diet. There is not the variety. Every meal is built around numerous bowls of rice, and all else besides rice comes in smaller quantities. It is all very good, though.

Spent about all day in the room reading and writing. Much to my surprise I discovered that not only are slippers and kimonos supplied by the hotel, but toothbrushes and stuff to rub on your face and hands. Wonder what next?

This evening the rain let up, so I took a walk as far as Shiba Park. Tokyo is interesting at night—though not brightly lighted. However, Ginza Street and its extension Nihombashi are centers of night life and well as day in the capital. Department stores, shops, restaurants, and cafés make it the leading district.

My dinner tonight was more elaborate, steak and onions being added to the menu. There was shrimp and sauce, relishes, some sort of sprouts, rice (6 bowls), tea, and an assortment of fish pieces floating in a bowl of hot water. I ate everything but the fisheye. Couldn’t get interested in that. There is no lunch served.

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