"We have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or you out? "
We make the last day count. We have a great breakfast then head to the Mori Museum. The City View platform is spectacular even though we can’t see Mount Fuji because of the smog. We totally enjoy the 360 degree view of the city. Tokyo seems to go on forever. And it seems so still and quiet from 52 floors up.
We’re goofing around with our camera and an 80 year old man offers to take our photo. He doesn’t push the button or the picture didn’t work, but sometimes it is the thought that counts. I love Japan.
We have coffee in the Viewing platform coffee shop. We sit on the floor booth with our backs pressed against the window glass. French Boy is too freaked out to let his back touch the window so he sits sideways. I laugh.
We head into the Bill Viola exhibit. It is spectacular. Or maybe I am just moved by standing alone in darkened rooms. French Boy loves it. It’s all high def TV screens and edited digital video---right up his alley. It really is the perfect end to our trip. We say goodbye to Tokyo from the top of the Museum and then head back to the hotel to collect our luggage and head to Narita. It’s the first time I am honestly sad to leave a place that I have never lived. We aren’t on the plane home and I’m already missing it.