One night in Tokyo, Alka and I discovered ourselves wandering the buzzing streets of Akihabara, the guts of manga tradition within the metropolis. Her daughter, my niece is keen on manga and Alka wished to choose one thing for her. Because the neon indicators started to glow brighter and the crowds thinned just a little, I observed it was round 7, possibly 7:30 p.m. That’s when it hit me, it was dinnertime.
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