He gestured for me to stand in the middle for photo time. Although very young, I somehow felt more secure in a “sandwich” with two naval defenders. The husband thinks they’re gay. Thanks, Al, for taking the photo.
Riding a bike is my preferred way to enter the madness of Shinjuku. Summer fashion is always the best: colorful tennis shoes with gold wings, short shorts, deep tans, and big hair.
It should be obvious to regular readers that I ride the train a lot in and around Tokyo. How else could I become inspired by the men’s street fashion that is constantly on parade. Maybe I could try the hair-pins on my men’s wig? It seems like a younger men’s fashion.