A Tune for Walking in Tokyo

Tokyo this morning felt exactly when we defrost the freezer from time to time. When doing so, spells of hard cold are kind of blowing out of the white empty cavity of the kitchen commodity. Tokyo too was defrosting after the snow. I left my camera behind, not on purpose. That is why I can't show how lovely the slope behind the Hilltop hotel on the Ochanomizu hill looked like under a brief dart of early Spring sun rays. Passing by that mysterious lump of wild forest snugged among university buildings, some machine started to shriek like baboons in the jungle, a perfect fit of atmosphere. Snow had almost vanished, but on a tiny mound of the white stuff, two kids were consciously making a bonsai sized snowman. I had no time to cross the enticing Yushima-seido shrine, and when back from an errand at Akiharaba, the landmarks of the hill were all calling for the attention they deserve under slow, very slow walking. After slow food, look forward for the slow walking next fad. I am inventing it right here. Practicing the art of slow walking requires time most anybody does not have. Behind Ochanomizu junior school, a cock - most probably dwelling and raised in the school - cackled all of a sudden, triggering spells of countryside memories in France. It is a marvel how a cackle can be so strongly associated with vacations in the countryside. The idea of the mostly in limbo Walking in Tokyo project was partially inspired by the deliciously fresh and nonchalant groove of the song Walkin' in New York by Brenda Russell ( in an album named Paris Rain - talk about Serendipity!!) first heard at last year's Manhattan Transfer Tokyo concert in a tropical rendering style. A song for walking in Tokyo is still in demand. Any idea? No enka please.