Coming to Ginza, which has been prosperous and glamorous since the Edo period, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, which means indulging in a bit of vanity. Stepping through the revolving door of Ginza Tricolore's main store, after just half a turn, one instantly feels more sophisticated. The establishment is elegant, like a mini Peninsula Hotel, founded in 1936 by the owner of Key Coffee with the mission of making coffee accessible to everyone. I ordered an Iced Coffee with Milk, which came with a performance of coffee being poured into milk, much like Indian teh tarik. If you plan to visit, remember that the early bird catches the worm, or in this case, the cake.
Finally, here's a photo of my "struggle" to drink coffee with mixed beans—what should I write about? Informative stuff? You can just Google it yourself... Talk about coffee? I'm not professional enough to dare write about it, and isn't it enough for the hands and tongue to perform their respective duties? The main issue is time management. Walking from the JR station to the first destination and then back to the JR station every day is already the equivalent of a full day's walking in Hong Kong. My feet are burning, ashes are clouding my brain, and there's a huge tug-of-war between shopping, drinking coffee, writing, and resting... My personal willpower has hit rock bottom; I'm not cut out for undercover work. As soon as I'm hungry or sleepy, I'd expose all my accomplices. So, I've decided to prioritize traveling and sleeping well, and I'll write when I get home.
