I was making my way through town wondering why all these cops were stationed at every intersection decked out in serious riot gear - they looked like full-on modern samurai. Once I approached Kasumigaseki (near the parliament) and heard the ruckus and the blaring 'patriotic' music, it all became clear.
I gotta tell you, if those guys stationed themselves outside my shop or office or apartment - as they sometimes do in areas where there are large populations of foreigners - I'd find it intimidating as hell. I'd also probably fall for the bait and be provoked into some sort of aggressive retaliation... like blaring Celine Dion on a loop right back at them (which, in all honesty, I'd probably enjoy just a little too much).
Anyway, I tried not to think too much about these wingnuts and went about enjoying my day. I went to the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Photography in Ebisu. There were two major exhibitions on. One was a collection of photos of sacred religious sites around the world...
And one was a kind of grotesque display of grannies gone wild, doing their thing with crazy abandon.
Can you guess which one I ended up seeing? 
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