The utter bliss of stretching out in the breeze, windows wide open and curtains billowing, occasionally setting off the little furin (wind chime) with its supposedly cooling sound. Hidden amongst the rooftops of Tokyo's skyline there are terrace cafes and bars, where for the price of a mojito and a small dish of olives you can spend a few hours watching the sunset, while listening (in the case of the rather un-imaginitively named The Bar in Daikanyama) to running water and live music coming from the stage inside.
The chance to wear bright, billowy dresses which dance in the early evening breeze, and watch as the boys stare in awe as I float by (a tangerine dress and deep neckline will get you attention anywhere). All my hard work at the gym and running are now really apparent, and I want to show off a bit, darn it!
Yukata all around, and a seeming increase in the number of men wearing them (yay!). I really want to go hang out at a festival or fireworks display, get all dressed up in my own yukata and eat far too many takoyaki! Somehow, despite being in Ningyocho on the same evening, I managed to completely miss out on the Sumidagawa fireworks... It wasn't until we went into a great, organic tempura place (it is just around the corner from the station's A4 exit) that we were informed we had missed the big event, which also explained why so many people were running around in yukata!
Don't you just love summer evenings?