Nikon D200 + Nikkor 17-55mm f/2.8 @ 38 mm — 1/60 sec, f/2.8, ISO 500 — map & image data — nearby photos
Les comptoirs de La Tour D'Argent
We ran into a lady we met at his Roppongi Hills, Tokyo concert in January, whom Fumie had really clicked with, so after yesterday's event, we all stopped by a nearby cafe so that they could chat.
The cafe had a nice – although somewhat pretentious – atmosphere. One of the workers was a “non-Japanese looking” guy who greeted me in French, to which I made the mistake of replying in French. I know exactly one French phrase, and I can deliver it with a convincing Parisian accent: Je ne parle pas français (“I don't speak French”). Apparently, he didn't believe that I didn't speak French, because he continued to use French with me the whole time I was there, resisting my efforts to communicate in Japanese. I ended up having to use hand gestures. He seemed to have no trouble understanding everyone else's Japanese, so perhaps it was just me.
I'm proud of myself, at least, for not trying to use English with him. Why, after all, should I expect someone to speak English just because they're white? Frankly, past experience indicates that there's a very good chance that any white men you run into in Japan does speak English, but I try not to prejudice.
The coffee was okay.