Sunday, June 6—Yokohama
As Advertised: Breakfast at Novotel. I am free all day, and Chie will be free most of the day.
Morning: Daytime Option
E (or come visit our apartment)
We awoke to rain. Needless to say, we had been warned: in “Four Perfect Days in Yokohama,” Glenn had written:
And of course he’d provided those alternatives:
Reading these suggestions now gives me a lot of ideas for what to do next time we’re in Japan (we came home, as most travelers do, unsatisfied and determined to return), but on this particular day, we didn’t follow any of them (we had, however, been to the Yokohama Archives of History on Friday). Instead, after a leisurely start, getting out about 9 for breakfast at Denny’s, where we were joined by Sam and Debby, we returned to the hotel to regroup and persuaded Joan to join us for a visit to the Yokohama Doll Museum.
We “did” the Museum pretty thoroughly, including sitting through an unfathomable but apparently hilarious puppet show that appeared to along Punch and Judy lines. Naturally, we hit the gift shop on the way out, and I bought a book for our daughter, Virginia, containing the song and story of the Little Girl with Red Shoes On.
We left the museum about 12:30 and returned to the hotel, where I changed my soggy socks for dry ones (apparently for the second time), after which we sallied forth again to McDonald’s to have Big Mac specials for lunch.
Another return to the hotel, this time to collect Matthew, and then we headed for the Yokohama Silk Museum, which we found fascinating but exhausting: my feet and back were protesting that they were about “museumed out”! We left the museum, where Barney had bought a beautiful violet silk scarf for Virginia, about 3:45 and again returned to the hotel where I peeled off wet socks for the third time, this time replacing them with stockings for our visit with Glenn’s friend, which he had described as follows:
We had some difficulty making connections. Despite Glenn’s no doubt excellent directions, Robert had gotten lost, and then he somehow missed us because we were in the lobby and he went straight to the bar (having gathered at 4, we’d discovered that the bar didn’t open till 5, so we repaired to the lobby to wait for Robert there). As a favor to Chie, the bartender opened up at 4:45, about five minutes after we finally made contact, and we had drinks and snacks and visited till nearly 7.
Throughout the trip Barney had been toying with the idea of buying a digital camera, so we set off to take the subway downtown to Yodabashi Camera for another spell of dithering and soul searching. We had difficulty finding the store (despite what should have been clear directions) and couldn’t understand why even the helpful officers at the kōban (police box) seemed unclear on how to direct us. We later learned that there are several Yodabashi electronics stores in the area, and we had not been clear about which one we were looking for. We did eventually find the store, but sure enough, as I wrote in my diary, “his feet terminally cooled.” We did at least have the experience of taking the new Minato Mirai subway line, as described in the Subways section of the Travel and Transport page.
Returning to Yamashita Park, we had supper at Denny’s and returned to the room about 10.