I feel like a pincushion.
I went to an international travel centre this morning to get myself protected against a number of diseases while I am away this summer. It was a costly, confusing and slightly painful affair. Since I was passing through Idabashi on my way home, I decided to stop off at one of my favourite haunts in Tokyo - L'institut Francais in Kagurazaka. I love the French bookshop there and was secretly hoping that I would talk myself into believing that I could afford a book or an audiobook of something interesting and philosophical. Camus perhaps, Beaudrillard or Lefebvre. I think the shopkeeper saw me coming and as I approached the lights were snapped off and the door quickly locked for a very Mediterranean lunch break. Probably saved me spending money I don't have right now.
Not to be put off, I had something else to be excited about. The cafe in the institut makes the best mousse au chocolat in the whole of Tokyo and for a mere ¥100! The espresso is true French style, as is the ordering and the plaisanteries at the till.
As I sat enjoying these small luxuries, I watched a story on French sky TV about a French journalist's journey to Indonesia. Je pouvais compredre tout ce qu'il disait et J'etais tres contente! Une bonne Journee.
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