Matsui Fuyuko exhibition at gallery Naruyama. The breathtaking artist herself was present and gave me a signature on a book of her collected works. When I was about to talk to her, the gallery owner came inbetween and wanted to show off his French skills. A very excellent French indeed and an eccentric person with whom it was interesting to chat. But I deplore the missed opportunity.
Across the street, at the Yasukuni Jinja, my friend and I did not pray but ate Taiyaki. A bunch of old men were listening to nationalistic songs under 16-rays rising sun flags.
Later we walked down to Jimbouchou to comb through a vintage cinema and vintage j-pop magazine store.