Sensoji

There's a smile! And why shouldn't I? I finally reached the end of my trip. I tried to use the magic healing smoke from the temple's incense pot on my legs (now nearly useless) and some people looked at me strangely. Apparently the smoke doesn't work that way. Maybe I should have tried to use it on my nose. I remember reading the blog of a tourist who said, "I bet you can walk all the way across Tokyo without seeing the sky." To him I say, "Tell that to my sunburn, fool."