Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Only in New York (or Kyodo)
New York's capacity to surprise remains one of the great joys of working or living in the city.
Today, on my way back to my Times Square office building from a break, I spotted a platoon of young women, dressed in traditional Japanese robes and make-up, reminiscent of geishas (for all I know, they were dressed as geishas, but I'm not enough of an expert on Nippon's culture to say for sure).
Delighted by this sudden burst of color amid a mostly drab early-spring tourist throng, I called out "konichiwa!" to one of the five or six young women as I rushed past. She smiled and said "hello" in Japanese back to me.
Today, on my way back to my Times Square office building from a break, I spotted a platoon of young women, dressed in traditional Japanese robes and make-up, reminiscent of geishas (for all I know, they were dressed as geishas, but I'm not enough of an expert on Nippon's culture to say for sure).
Delighted by this sudden burst of color amid a mostly drab early-spring tourist throng, I called out "konichiwa!" to one of the five or six young women as I rushed past. She smiled and said "hello" in Japanese back to me.
