Back The Book of Wonders
Chapters (42)
  1. Cover Page
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. 1
  5. 1
  6. One morning
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. Breaking News
  13. 7
  14. 8
  15. 2
  16. 9
  17. Mum Rocks
  18. 10
  19. 11
  20. Excerpt from the Book of Wonders
  21. I Dare
  22. Excerpt from the Book of Wonders
  23. 12
  24. 13
  25. 14
  26. 15
  27. 16
  28. 3
  29. 17
  30. 18
  31. Excerpt from the Book of Wonders
  32. 19
  33. Excerpt from the Book of Wonders
  34. It Hurts, But It Doesn’t Matter
  35. 20
  36. 21
  37. 22
  38. Excerpt from the Book of Wonders
  39. 23
  40. 24
  41. 25
  42. Acknowledgements

The first stage was the Pokémon Center megastore, in Ikebukuro, where we bought thirty or so super-rare cards and posed in front of giant statues of Pikachu and his friends. People dressed as strange creatures, in cosplay outfits, greeted us: teenagers disguised as characters from the Studio Ghibli, candyfloss-pink schoolgirls, punk Lolitas, superheroes going around in noisy groups. I recognized a Sailor Moon, two Hello Kittys, a Totoro and a few Pokémon heroes, but I’m certain that Louis would have identified most of the characters.

Next, we went for a stroll in the vast gardens around the Meiji Jingu. We were awestruck by this oasis of nature and history in the heart of the city’s hustle and bustle. A surprising change of scene. We gave in to the temptation of taking a selfie in front of the majestic collection of ancient sake barrels that greets visitors, then we captured the special atmosphere of the shrine by placing the camera on a low wall for some minutes. Louis would be able to listen at leisure to the special peacefulness of Tokyo’s nature, the murmur of the city providing a subtle soundscape. The foreground was made up of birds twittering and rustling foliage. We stayed there for a long time, listening. Waiting for the next step of our adventure.

A traditional wedding was going to be celebrated at the Meiji Jingu. I had no idea why Louis wanted to attend a Japanese wedding; it was most likely something he’d read about in a manga magazine, the extraordinary beauty of which he’d intuited. The procession approached. I gestured to the bride to ask if we could film, and she agreed with a smile. She seemed to be imbued with the magic of the Meiji Jingu and of the moment, utterly still in her immaculate cocoon-like dress, a chrysalis of purity. Time was suspended in the reds of the kimonos, the copper roofs, the slow, coordinated steps, the weight of tradition. Leaning towards the camera, I quietly described the scene, mindful of the solemnity of the moment: ‘It’s a stunning sight, darling. You have to see it for yourself. Thank you for having brought us here.’