The World C Tag

I am writing from Haneda Airport in Tokyo, new, shiny, perfectly organized, a summary of Tokyo itself. My mind is already going to the green Honolulu and my comfortable "flip flops", while I taste my last hot Japanese "ocha", green tea. I should admit that, even if I am happy to come back to a more casual lifestyle, I already know that my city-lover soul will terribly miss all the emotions that people, places, food and boutiques of Tokyo inspired me. Tokyo's inhabitants love beauty. As the Italians, they own in the DNA the innate ability to perceive the quality of a hand-woven fabrics; the elegance of the paper obtained by an age-old knowledge; the thrill that a perfect gift package can give; the value of a praline decorated with passion; the great sense of respect...