I love the smell of Japan. I remember memories best with smells, and whenever I breathe in the scent of seaweed, hot rice, dry air, that sweet hay scent of tatami mats, and the heady perfume of warm soy sauce I just know that I’m back in my second home.
Our Japanese faltered, our sense of direction was awful, our reading comprehension failed us, but my sister and I had a wonderful time eating our way through central Honshu. With cousins acting as our guides, we spent three days in Tokyo and the rest of the time with our ever-growing family (and our ever-shrinking grandmother). Here are a few photos from Japan (taken mostly on a Canon EOS M & some with a Nikon D700). With captions for clarity :)