The good news is that we're starting to add pix and Bagley even posted a cool video from the Sanja Matsuri festival. You have to go back to the old posts to see what we have. I've added some pix, but Bagley has the better shots so hopefully he"ll get a chance to update the blogs...
We checked out of the Shinagawa Prince this morning and took the train to Nagoya. It was about 1 hour 45 minutes on the Shinkansen (that could be spelled wrong, but most of you wouldn't know anyway). It was a high-speed train, but you couldn't really tell until we hit the tunnels and the air pressure was intense because the air had nowhere to go as the train plunged through the hills.
After a taxi ride from the station and a very overly friendly check-in that included a tour of the room that was so thorough that it actually got uncomfortable and seemed like it would never end. I think she was just practising English on us after the first few minutes.

We're only here for one day, which is probably enough. We got in around 1:30P and Bagley had to head out for his show soon, so I went out to see what I could see in Nagoya. More walking... I just headed out without a plan. I had seen a flyer in the room for a Salvador Dali exhibit at the Nagoya City Art Museum, and I actually stumbled across the museum while walking around aimlessly. I went in and checked out the exhibit. Hey, it was relatively cheap and I had time to kill. I'm familiar with a good deal of his more famous works (and of course the image of the crazy old man version of Sal) but this exhibit was called "Dali Multifaceted". It had early paintings, sketches, production photos of he and his crew putting together the "Dream of Venus" installation, samples of his writing, advertising he did for a pantyhose company and even furniture and dresses he had designed. It was pretty impressive. What really amazed me was the set of his earliest paintings from his first 20 years. He hopped artistic genres like mad. It was like seeing the works of 8 different painters. He must have just dabbled in whatever came his way ("Let me take a stab at this cubist thing..."). While I was there, I had a chance to check out their permanent collection as well. My favorite part though was this older Japanese gentleman who ws one painting ahead of me throughtout the permanent collection. He would look at the painting, read the card and in a normal voice (not a whisper) he would say the artist's name out loud, "Orozco... Fujitara... Pee-caso...". And he would say it every time, even if it was the same painter. It was a treat to wait in anticipation until he finished reading the card to hear him repeat the name as if it was helping him to burn it in his memory. I loved it.

After that, I walked around some more. There isn't much around here. It is really just a business center. I accidentally ended up walking through the garment district by happenstance. I guess if I wanted a suit made, this would be the place to be. I headed back towards the hotel to find something to eat. Everyone talks about Mos Burger so I thought I would check it out (even though I'm trying to eat in safe mode again). I walked by it, but it looked pretty sketchy. There were four pictures of hamburgers that were each layered with sauces and eggs and who knows what else. I figured that until I learn enough Japanese to say "give me one without salmon roe all over it" I would have to skip the Mos Burger.
So what did I do? I'm almost ashamed to type it... I ate at the Hard Rock Cafe across the street from the hotel. I know... they have shitty food too. But, I got teriyaki chicken there so it is almost like Japanese food. Actually, it seemed pretty authentic, complete with a seaweed wrapped rice ball. I ate the rice, but skipped the seaweed (remember... safe mode).
After eating, I hit the Club Sega right next door. I hit it big with a slot machine and made enough to keep me playing this weird Monopoly coin game for the next two hours. I of course left without money, but I spent less than $20 and killed some time. I actually even won a prize in one of those grabby machines (but I still find them suspect).