Okay, this is just an example of how my mind works---fluttering hither and yon.
I was sitting here at my desk typing away on a book manuscript. I needed to mention a residential neighborhood in Tokyo, and I wanted to be sure to get it right, so I went (courtesy of Google) to a map of Tokyo.
I once lived in Tokyo, so I was not starting from scratch, but as I looked around that map, I found not only the neighborhood I wanted (so should have stopped right there, confirmed the spelling, closed down the Tokyo map, and gone back to work) , but---there was mention of Ryogoku, the section of Tokyo where the Sumo wrestlers live and train, and that brought back some memories.
In 1995 Martin and I traveled around Japan for a couple of weeks---just tourists. During our time in Tokyo we had a chance (promising to sit very quietly, the same promise we had to make once when we attended a murder trial at Old Bailey in London) to watch young Sumo wrestlers training. Following that, we wwent to a restaurant run by a retired Sumo wrestler (well, what else would a retired super-fat guy do?) where we were served a very hearty—and delicious—stew called Chonko-nabe.
Several days later we were in another part of Japan, very rural and mountainous. And while we were walking through a particularly scenic area, suddently there were throngs of uniformed schoolchildren, middle school age, apparently on a field trip....