Description of a City - Tokyo

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Leaving the hotel lobby through the revolving doors, the only thing I could hear is a foreign language that sounds aggressive and fast paced. This is Tokyo. The doormen hailing cabs in patience and discipline, wearing their sharp tuxedos and the bellboys running in at out of the lobby carrying more and more each trip. Once I got on the empty white cab I drove by stores where signs glow brightly in all sorts of colours. I looked out the left window and saw the Tokyo tower, or as most foreigners call it, “The Asian Eiffel Tower”. To the right, I could see the emperor’s home in the middle of a park’s lake, the Imperial Palace. I was enjoying the silence until the driver bombarded me with questions in a language I had merely heard in anime shows I occasionally saw on TV when I was a child. He wouldn’t stop talking until I arrived at my destination, even though I didn’t say a single word in reply.

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Once I stepped out of the cab, the scent of the yakitori stalls along the streets snuck up my nostrils and sent a command to my stomach. In front of my eyes were thousands of billboards in all sorts of shapes, sizes and colours across the spectrum in a language with letters that looked like scribbles. It wasn’t epilepsy-friendly due to the beautiful variety of flashing lights making the street look like a rave. I had to swim through the waves of people lining up for food, shops or the notorious pachinko parlours where people went to throw their money ...

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