I am skipping around in my travels a little bit. Some things have to settle a little before I can write about them and sometimes I just need to get all the facts together before I post.
Today, I am again posting about the Tokyo Quilt Show. After you have been in a place for a while, what seemed strange in the beginning gradually becomes quite commonplace. I find it is always best to take pictures of everything on arrival, while it is still fresh and new. Susan did an excellent job of preparing us for each new adventure and the Quilt Show was no exception.
Ordinarily, I would have found it quite odd to picnic in the bleachers, but that is just what people do. They bring small boxes from home, carefully wrapped in furoshiki; go out of the facility, eat and return; or they buy box lunches at the site.
These girls offered several types of Japanese box lunches, and later carried them into the bleachers for sale, much as we would hotdogs, popcorn, or peanuts.
Everyone sat in the stadium seats and finding a seat was a serious task. We were fortunate to find two women with a baby , who moved some of their things from the chairs beside them so we could sit down.
The arena cleared out later in the day as mamasans returned to their homes and families.
In my working with the Chinese, one team of workers, (laborers), would always cook their own lunches over an open fire, with food acquired somehow; my second team of workers, (engineers),would eat food out of little flat lunch boxes, brought from homes, at their desks.
ReplyDeleteAfter about two weeks of exposure, I could eat street food, we called them "Floating Howard Johnson's." The were little carts with a charcoal stove that kept noodles, meat and water hot. You would order and the attendant would immerse your bowl and chopsticks into boiling water, fill it with your order. You would squat on the sidewalk or street and eat. After which the attendant would again immerse your bowl and chopsticks and await the next customer. Needless to say outdoor surface sewers were the norm.
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