This is one of those stories I especially enjoy looking back on.
I'm so in love with Tokyo. There's something about this city that keeps pulling me back.
I love the melodies of the Tokyo subway, the sounds that play when you walk into Bic Camera, the constant movement and flow of people, the advertisements all over the city, the cleanliness, and the kindness that seems to exist everywhere you go.
It's hard to write these stories when so much time has already passed. It's already the summer of 2026, and only now am I sitting down to revisit these memories and write another story for this journal.
I decided to call this chapter "Rainbow Bridge". It was my second time in Tokyo, but my first time visiting this bridge. And I completely fell in love with it. It became one of the biggest discoveries of the trip.
Over the two weeks I was there, I came back five times. There was something incredibly peaceful about this place, especially on rainy days. This is where I watched every sunset. Now I have a new little dream — to come back one morning before sunrise and watch the city wake up from the top of the bridge.
I even caught a rainbow once. I guess that's why it's called Rainbow Bridge.
There was another small moment I still think about. On my last day in Tokyo, I went back there one more time. It was lightly raining, and a girl was walking toward me. She looked at me, stopped, and asked if I was wet and if everything was okay. It felt almost too polite — I'm just not used to a stranger caring that much.
Then she took out an umbrella. She already had one, and this one turned out to be an extra. She simply handed it to me, wished me a good day, smiled, and walked away.
Such a small gesture. But somehow it's one of those moments that stays with you.
I couldn't stop smiling afterward.
After you cross Rainbow Bridge, the path leads straight to a nearby Lawson. By then it had become a little tradition. I bought the same beer and my favorite sushi set, found a bench, and enjoyed a simple dinner without rushing anywhere.
Now, as I'm writing this, I can't stop thinking about how much I want to do it all again. Walk the same route. Drink the same beer. Eat the same sushi set.
Sometimes that's all it takes to miss a place.