We spent most of our last day in Tokyo shopping. For the second time, Tracie managed to wear out a pair of boots while traipsing around Japan, and I needed some socks. (Tactical packing error: black pants, black shoes, white socks. Oops.) We went to the Matsuya Asakusa department store, the nearby-and-not-as-posh Rox complex, and a couple of smaller shops. Photos are here.
Incidentally, I never fail to be amazed by the grace, patience, and friendliness exhibited by store clerks here when they’re dealing with foreigners with no command of their language such as myself. Imagine someone who speaks only Japanese trying to buy a pair of shoes in an upscale department store in a large city in the U.S. It just wouldn’t be pretty. Here they’ll literally run back and forth to assist you, even though the only things you can say in their language are “please” and “thank you” (and awkwardly at that).
Nice to know that you’re keeping up appearances sock-wise.