隅田川花火大会 SUMIDAGAWA FIREWORKS FESTIVAL

[tokyodisa]

Who: Everybody!
What: Tokyo Day Three: fireworks festival
When: Thursday, 18/July -- evening
Where: Hotel or Sumida
Rating: pretty

Tonight, in the sky, there are fireworks.

You can see them from the hotel window, but for a better look -- so suggests the helpful concierge at the desk -- you'll want to head to Sumida, where locals and tourists alike gather on the edge of the Sumida River.

[ Watch fireworks from the hotel | Watch fireworks from Sumida ]

[Technically the festival is supposed to happen on the last Saturday of July, but whatever! It's Paradisa. For more information on the festival please visit here, and you can watch YouTube videos here.]

Comments

[assassino]

[He'll take that glance; it's better than being outright ignored. He unpockets a hand and reaches to drift his fingers along her side, and over the edges of that bulky-looking yukata knot. Interesting.]

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia can't even feel him with all the layers to her outfit, but she notices the movement in the corner of her eyes. Funny how one feels more concealed in a crowd of strangers rather than alone in a room, but she still switches to their common language to be safe. ]

Searching for something?

[assassino]

[He's felt so at home in a crowd for so long... at home enough to be invisible, as he is now to everyone but her. He continues to trace. Ezio just smiles that cheeky smile.]

How many hours did it take to tie such a complicated affair?

[heloise]

That is not what you wish to know.

[assassino]

What do you think I'm after, then?

[heloise]

Whatever leads any man to terrible consequences.

[assassino]

Oh, come now. We are on vacation.

[heloise]

Vacation. Are you no longer Auditore today?

[assassino]

Today, I am just Ezio.

[heloise]

But still Ezio. Perhaps if you were another man entirely.

[assassino]

There are a lot of Ezios. I could be a different one.

[heloise]

Perhaps two in all of Italia. Or three. Which one are you?

[assassino]

The one you want to spend time with.

[heloise]

And I thought the choice is mine to make.

[assassino]

It is. I miss when you were lighthearted, Lucrezia.

[heloise]

May I not choose to be sad instead?

[assassino]

Does it not get tiring?

[heloise]

I thought lying is what tires.

[assassino]

One would have to lie often enough to grow tired of it.

[heloise]

[ She stops, dropping her gaze to fiddle with her sleeves. ]

Is it not tiring to chase something you will never catch?

[assassino]

[He sighs, a little weary.]

I believe that if I chase long enough, I will eventually catch. You are no Daphne, Lucrezia.

[heloise]

And you are no earth for me to strike my roots into.

[assassino]

I don't expect you to be.

[heloise]

What do you expect me to be?

[assassino]

I expect you to trust me in good faith.