natasha nakamura's diary

A friendly call from Hiyoshi. He seems bored. I know more about how to move around Tokyo than he does. After all, he has a job and must hew to his routine, and the city is so big. It's like people from Tribecca have no idea of what's going on over the bridge in Brooklyn. Another world, equally urbane. 

Ginza back streets are a world of their own. I found this sweet old guy who presides over a 6-mat shop where he sells 18th-century Delftware copies of Chinese porcelain, wonderful Dutch platters inscribed in Old Dutch, and intricate Korean and Chinese incense burners. He told me he regularly goes to London to bid at Christie's and Sotheby's.