There’s part of a Tokyo motor show that’s usually like something out of '60s Bond movie ‘You Only Live Twice’, with almost every stand liberally populated with mini-skirt uniformed girl archly leaning on the prize concept/production car/alloy wheel/driveshaft.
Not this time.
There were virtually no decorative models to be seen, organisers and exhibitors deciding that such frivolity gives out the wrong message (though almost certainly not the one that says that it’s sexist) in these financially straitened times.
For the same reason no stands had second stories and elaborate architecture. All of which contributed to the feeling that this show has suddenly turned very regional in flavour.