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Tokyo, Day 5: Tokyo Tower, Narita

My flight home today to New York wasn’t until afternoon,  so I decided to squeeze in some more sightseeing before check-out.

My feet voted against the idea, so I took a taxi to the Tokyo Tower which, like my hotel, is located in the Roppingi district.

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It looks like an orangey-red Eiffel Tower, so I imagined it also occupied a large, grassy expanse. But this is Tokyo; the tower (which is taller than Eiffel) is sitting directly on the street.

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You can see it here reflected in the building across the street.

(I like that shot.)

There are two observation levels. The first offers beautiful views of Tokyo.

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But when you ride to the tip-top, you appear to be in the clouds.  And when you are that far up, it calls for one thing —

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Selfie!!

After I came back down to Earth, I grabbed lunch at Bubby’s, the Tokyo location of a New York restaurant in Tribeca and Brooklyn.

I discovered it quite by accident a few blocks from my hotel and had to check it out.

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Bubby’s is famous for their breakfast, burgers and homemade pie. I had banana-walnut pancakes for lunch — hey, I was on vacation — and they were good.

It was the perfect transitional meal before I headed toward home.

See you soon!

Party like a punk star

bastille day2 In past years, the arrival of Bastille Day has taken me back to my one brief visit to Paris during an unscheduled airport layover.

Not any more.

Now my mind’s eye is full of images of Craig Ferguson, Geoff the Robot and Secretariat when they took the Late Late Show to the City of Love last year. Cavorting beneath the Arc de Triomphe. Interviewing celebrity pals around a teetering desk on the Eiffel Tower green.  Performing amid a bevy of dancing girls on the legendary Moulin Rouge stage.

craig moulin rougeYep, if anyone knows how to celebrate La Fête Nationale…

It’s Craigy Ferg.

très français

HAPPY BASTILLE DAY!

I’ve only spent one day in Paris.

That was during an unscheduled layover at Charles de Gaulle Airport.  I suddenly found myself with eight hours to kill…and I wasn’t going to spend them in the terminal.

So I took the airport bus to the Arc de Triomphe, and spent the day walking around the city.  No plans.  No map.  No French.

And I was dragging my wheelie bag behind me the entire time because they wouldn’t let me leave it in an airport locker for such a short time.

Sacrebleu!

The weather was lovely.  The people very helpful and nice — that’s right, they were nice (at least to my face).  And the city was incredibly beautiful.  When I rode the bus back to the airport later that evening, I had two thoughts.

  1. I am definitely coming back to Paris for a longer stay.
  2. The Eiffel Tower is short.

I bet they threw those fireworks up there by hand.