The man finally stops yelling and we walk over a small bridge into a flower-decorated park. Anne looks over the edge of the bridge and calls me over. The water is clear and the fishies are huge.

Since I hate almost all Japanese food, I let Anne drag us to this tiny restaurant which is supposed to be the best Tempura place in Asakusa. I sit and watch but she looks satisfied.

After lunch, we read about a boat trip which is supposed to take us from Asakusa to this man-made island. We find out that the island is closed for the day but we can take the boat trip for a loop. The boat passes under twelve bridges, each designed differently.