Tokyo Day 3
After another early morning rise (4:30 this time, we appear to be digressing), Lindsay and I headed over to the Toyko Metropolitan Government Office (Town Hall?) to check out the view from the observation deck on the 51st floor. Here is a :30 video that showcases the amazing panorama from the South Viewing Deck:
We walked down through Yoyogi to Meiji-jinju, a beautiful Shinto shrine dedicated by the people of Japan to the Emperor Meiji and his wife, Empress Shoken in 1920. We also had the opportunity (along with about 200 other tourists) to witness a traditional Shinto wedding that was taking place that day.

We continued towards the legendary Harajuku neighbourhood, to check out the trendy youth scene of Tokyo. Photos won’t do justice to the myriad looks that we encountered there – many stereotypical, but some truly original and fanciful. I have been continually impressed by the the fashion of Tokyo, which is oftentimes unique and never boring.

We continued our journey through Shibuya, aided along the way by street signs that not only helped us navigate our way through the streets of Tokyo, but helped reassure us that rules and regulations don’t have to be scary – they can be adorable!




We then paid a visit to the equally notorious Love Hotel Hill, where a series of over-the-top themed hotels rent rooms for the night and by the hour. Since space, and therefore privacy, tend to be at a premium in Japanese homes, many married Tokyo couples will actually rent rooms at these hotels in an effort to steal a few hours of quality alone time. They are pretty classy joints!



Finally, we took a walk through Shibuya’s Yoyogi Park, which was unbelievably vibrant and full of activity. We saw drummers, dancers, soccer players, traditional Japanese musicians, poppers, beatboxers and baseball players. There were also many more Westerners than we’d seen in other parts of the city, many of whom were enjoying the park’s activities with Japanese friends.

We decided to wander the streets to find a place for dinner and ended up at a small Izakaya near our hotel in Shinjuku. The interior was completely wooden, and the staff consisted of one chef and one waitress. This was all well and good, however, there was one small issue … the menu looked like this:

… And our waitress spoke no English. Luckily, we knew two Japanese words – “sake” and “sashimi”, and the chef knew one English word – “meat”, so we ended up with a delicious meal, including the most delicious and beautifully presented sashimi I have ever encountered. We also provided some much needed entertainment for the Japanese diners, who observed our efforts with considerable amusement.























