It’s a cafe with small pigs. They ran around like animals and snuggled into our legs. We also saw a cute shiba outside the cafe. Not a bad Wednesday night.
A friend came to visit Tokyo in late May and we took a stroll in Shinjuku. He shot film (with a Leica) and I shot with my Sony A7II. You could tell the difference between him—an experience photographer composing and watching a scene—and me—an amateur trying the old “spray and pray” technique. I think I got a few good shots. I always feel this pressure to show people a great time in Tokyo because people tend to have high expectations, but the best afternoons are always the ones where everyone kind of melts into the neighborhood and nothing really remarkable happens. This way, you’re able to just enjoy the city as it really is, as well as your company.
I don’t know why I’ve been on a French kick lately, but here we have another French type of neighborhood in central Tokyo. Kagurazaka has more French restaurants than any other neighborhood in Tokyo, and many French speakers around. Saw a fancy schmancy shrine, a cat on a roof, a nice bridge, and lots of old street that haven’t been renovated since the days of Edo.
Omotesando (Oh-moh-tay-sawn-doh) is Tokyo’s best impression of Paris, France.
From the design of neighborhood, to the fashionable locals, to the sheer number of bakeries, cafes, and crêperies, Omotesando is a haven for Japanese Francophiles. Subsequently, it is also some of the most expensive real estate in the city.
It’s a wonder how some shops survive. Pictured below, you will see a bright red scooter from a scooter rental shop. Fashionable, playful, extravagant, costly—when in Rome.
Walking through the station, you pass about a dozen places selling croque monsieur sandwiches, pastries, pastel green and pink candies, and coffeehouses powered by shiny silver espresso machines. This is not an ordinary train station.
At the surface, you are greeted with long, tree-lined streets. Behind the world class brands and the rush of tourists that line the main streets, however, lies the back streets, and a decidedly different vibe.
When I visited, the weather was cold enough for a jacket but not too cold that you found yourself needing to rush inside after 20 minutes. I watched young families amble along the street and twenty-somethings duck in and out of the endless selection of high-fashion boutiques, art galleries, salons, and specialty restaurants (tea, crepes, croissants, molecular gastronomy).
I tried to catch a few faces and a few alleyways. In surveying the shots I took, I didn’t come up with a lot of keepers, though I had a great time. C'est la vie.