I visited Japan a few weeks ago. Near the end of my trip I had supper with an old Japan hand. We had a drink on the 24th floor of the Peninsula Hotel. Not much local colour there. Then we went and ate grilled fish under the arches of the railway line. We sat next to the manager of a local bank branch. He wasn’t happy. Why? Change.
Nothing, he said, was quite as it was. Particularly the women – they no longer did as he said in the office [...]
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