Lost in Golden Gai

Lost in the endless alleys of the Tokyo streets, away from the glowing neon lights, enchanting moments fill the otherwise darkened streets with a curious luminosity. Golden Gai is a place where time itself is suspended in a maze of small bars and izakaya, paused in the stale smoke filled air and swirling in the glasses of fine whiskey. It seemed existence was propelled by conversation and the sound of the city unwinding, even if only for awhile. Time can be ignored in times like this. Lost in Golden Gai.