As I was walking in a street in Marunouchi, early in the morning, I saw a group waiting at a red light. Even from a distance I knew they weren’t Japanese, and this was confirmed as I got closer, heard them speaking a different language and noticed their flag-bearing guide in front.
How did I know? I knew because they weren’t dressed in dull monochromes, but were flamboyantly attired in neon pink, bright green, migraine orange. That is not Tokyo. The Tokyo dress code, at least as far as business is concerned, is black, grey, off-white, beige, tan, camel, brown. Men dress in black or grey suits and white or light blue shirts; women look as if they were cloned in a factory: black shoes, black tights, black pencil skirt, camel-coloured trench coat.
It was fun to see tourists with no sense of decorum.