The reflection of shuffling pedestrians dances along the ever moving surface of the river. Patrons covered by transparent plastic tarps sit at street food counters. The air is dense with the sound of in-between-bite banter. They laugh from the bottom of their bellies, which are slowly and steadily becoming fuller. It is Thursday night - and the imminent end of a stressful workweek beckons them to talk a bit louder, and drink a bit heavier. They greedily slurp noodles and gulp sake until they've had their fill, and then they stagger home, one day closer to a weekend reprieve.