Differences between Japan and France, as noted during my short travel.

Let's say it: a big city is a big city, wherever you go. 
A subway is a subway, some sturdier than other, some cleaner, but it's still a subway. 
Thousands of streets look like thousands of streets. In every country. 
It was not a huge change of environnement to go from a big City to another. 
You know how to behave in the streets when you've lived the city life long enough. 
But still… 
I live in the middle of a Western continent, and I went to visit the other side of the world. And some things…. Were so different they changed me forever. 

There is the smell. 
Everyone talks about the peculiar smell of Japanese streets. 
I didn't notice it too much, I especially noticed the sulfur, from the underground sources. 
But the air was thicker. Heavy with an undefined vibration. In the countriside, in the forest, it was particularly noticable. 
I know a place where the air is like that, a place near the sea, in France. 
I loved Japanese air. This quiet vibing and buzzing. 

Electric lines. 
I was surprised to see at what point it was not a cliché. 
In Japan: Electric lines, out in the open, everywhere. 
In Europe they're buried in the ground, so we don't have that anymore, and I guess, with earthquakes maybe it's easier to have the lines outside. 
But it was the main different thing we noticed. 
I don't know why I like it so much, the sight of the electric lines in the open. Maybe it reminded me of some anime or movies from my childhood, maybe it's just pretty. But I liked it. 
I took tons of pictures of that. 

Food everywhere. Food and drink. 
And I mean it. 
Yesterday I was walking back home from a party, it was 11PM and I was hungry. And, no food in the street. No store open 24:7, no vending machine. 
People of Japan are so lucky. 
Vending machine dispensing hot corn soup at every corner? 
Thousands of konbinis with hot food everywhere? 
Dammit. 
This was a cultural shock. This was heaven.
As someone with a feeding disorder since childhood, twelve days in Japan cured my food anxiety. Really. 
(plus, the food is delicious and not full of ft, just well balanced) 

Walking in the streets. 
Wherever I've travels in Europe or North America, Walking in the street is an adventure of finding your way through moving creatures that won't move from they objectives. 
In Japan it's more like following the flow. 
People don't bump eachothers. 
Well, even in Halloween in Shibuya you're never opressed, never pushed, never poorly treated by the crowd. 
(weel, I have seen that in Finland too, actually, but Finns are the most gentle people.) 
Even in concerts. People are carefull. 
It's a strange sense of quiet, when you come from abroad. 

Honestly, there are some other things that come into my mind. 
But i will write that down another time, because I'm a rush for an appointment. 

See you.