In true tourist fashion we woke up early and set out for an adventure. We got to the subway when everyone was on their way to work so it was jam packed. This one guy wanted to get on but the doors kept closing on him because he couldn't fit so five of the station workers ran to him and started shoving him in. It was bizarre.
We went to a shrine in Harajuku which was cool. It felt so good to be in nature again. Everything smelt clean and tree-like. I had forgotten how much I missed breathing that bush air.
I decided we take a shortcut on the way back from the shrine because "surely the park is just through there". OOPS.
We walked in circles for over an hour until we finally found the entrance. Once we were riding our tandem bicycles though, it was all ok.
After lunch in a really cute little place with vegan options(!!!), we looked around a bit at all the stores. There were some streets filled with vintage, and then one main street lined with tacky little stores filled with bright clothing, bags, hats, and accessories. It's a really cool area.
We went back to the same place as last night and tried the coffee. It did not disappoint! The waiter who helped us was so cute too. I asked a question and he ran around for a few minutes trying to find out how to say it in English. We saw him zip past a few times before he came back with a disappointed expression, saying it was strong but he didn't know how to explain.
In Korea he would have just shook his head, crossed his arms and said no. Japan is winning on most accounts so far.
More vintage shopping in our area was followed by hometime to get ready for dinner. We ate sushi again at a very cute little restaurant owned by a couple who treated us so well. After some miscommunication, we found out we couldn't choose what we'd get. He made each piece for us with so much care that it was impossible not to enjoy.
Afterwards we found ourselves a gorgeous little bar and I had a cider. The first sip brought memories flooding into my brain of gigs, people, conversations, Summer nights, and good music. I believe cider has magical properties.
Then we went into an even tinier bar under the subway station and an older Japanese man with impeccable English and good manners bought us all a drink. There were only 6 stools in the place and we almost filled them all. It was so cosy.
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