Melba and I took a one-hour train ride into Yokohama today to meet Ronda, Rene and the kids at MM21, the commercial-plex we went to last weekend. The four are exceptionally good company, and for the Saenz' their commute by train was a two-hour trek. When we finally met up in Yokohama we were all famished.Ronda led the way, and loyally or blindly, we followed. She knows where all the good food joints are and her nose landed us at The Hard Rock Cafe. The waitress, a pretty little nymph of a girl, led us through the Rock-n-Roll sanctuary adorned with music memorabilia and offered us a good table against a wall with a large colorful poster of the late great Jimi Hendrix smiling down on us. I found everything to my satisfaction except for the music being piped in at decibel levels that matched a rocket launch. It wasn't long before my ears began to ache. Luckily, the alcohol in my ¥1300 margarita numbed a little of the unpleasantness.
Everyone ate very well. On the world currency market today one U.S. dollar equalled 97 Japanese Yen. Melba's and my tab for lunch came to 5550 Yen. You figure it out. Unlike in the States, the one advantage here in Japan is that you never leave a tip, regardless of how pretty the waitress was.
The Yokohama Museum of Art is located at MM21. It had an exhibition of the works of Cezanne. His art influenced the big art movement that happened in France and Japan in the beginning of 20th century. The entrance fee was a bit steep, ¥ 1400, but Cezanne is important.
