I woke up this morning to a world of a day off. A three day buffer between Mahler and Berg and the next concert of Beethoven, Shostakovich, and Mozart. Three new worlds to grace. And what better way to bolster the buffer than with a trip to the Japanese second-hand store. Waiting for a purchase inspiration that never came, I was happy to discover a sight familiar in second-hand stores in America. I felt as though I was seeing another species of finch in a far-off land, or rather, some proof of the teleology of second-hand store evolution.
|unsortable things |
hung in little plastics bags
sold at a flat rate
Later in the evening, after some close calls with jazz cooking and a make-shift lentil curry dip, I headed to a friend's apartment for a birthday dinner she was having for her husband. She is French and had cooked so much delicious food and baked several different cakes. And an hour into the evening, some of our Japanese friends came and brought a seasonal sushi offering.
|smiling seaweed salmon and egg sushi |
(with egg cutout cat and stars)
And then I left and said goodbye to the world of seasonal sushi. Such cute smiling faces, you'll never be eaten again.