Yesterday I was with Kiki in Ueno. For the 2 Originally, I am time last week on Sunday times on the recommendation I went there for a bit in Ueno Park to stretch your legs. And then I discovered along the way Ameyoko. A maze of side streets to the railroad tracks of the Yamanote Line ramschigem with wonderful flair. There, fish fillets and seaweed are offered for sale, there are street stalls in addition to green tea scented with egg omelette. Two blocks away, fills a barker for 1,000 yen a plastic bag filled to the brim with chocolate.
midst of this hustle and bustle I discover them and rekindled an old passion in me to ... Bargain bins. Actually "rummage" has a very benevolent formulation. They call themselves "outlets" in this narrow and very austere shops are simple boxes on the ground. In it are piling clothes of any color, shape, size and brand. Feel-good factor when buying experience = 0, but judging from the prices for everything from very close to the top fell out of the truck.
When I asked whether credit cards are accepted, the seller only breaks into laughter and my already chronic financial viscous forces me to limit myself to the moment with a blue Adidas jacket and tracksuit bottoms.
But I'll be back. This Saturday I'm Kiki in tow. I have paid you for that is what I told my jacket. (600 yen ... still runs to me at the thought of a well shiver down the spine) And as we both fresh Fitnessclubberinnen are registered, this is the perfect time to stock up with adequate training wardrobe. Side by side we stand on the boxes, sisters in the spirit of pulling pants for trousers from the textile mountain before us, forcing us as a couple in a tiny dressing room and succumb to a real buying frenzy.
Yield: 6 Sport Pants (5x 1x adidas Reebok) 2 Training Jackets (1x adidas, Reebok 1x) 1 pair of sneakers (adidas ...) and 2 bags (including adidas) - that was now only share my understanding, is self-ne ? When we strip out of sheer see only asterisk, we make our way back home endorphinbeflügelt.
put in my apartment, I realize that left its mark on the shopping marathon for me added. On each wrist I have a small bruise knutschfleckartigen. Witnesses of the heavy canvas bags that have cut himself on the arduous journey up the Gotanda Hill deep into my flesh.
At least I can now air-conditioned, stylish and ideal to make the stepper in the Ness Tip ...
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