Oh, Tokyo. How do I even begin to talk about how much I love you? Let me count the ways.
1. Five days were hardly enough.
Tokyo has so many wards and we weren’t able to cover even a quarter of them! Most of the time, we were in Shibuya because we had to take the Keio-Inokashira line to get in and out of our Airbnb space near Eifukucho Station. It was pretty good, though, since it was so easy to go everywhere else from Shibuya. Our neighborhood was very nice and quiet too, rather far from the noisy, crowded location that I had in mind.
It was a fun place, for sure. We knew that as soon as we took the subway to Kawaramachi, because the seats were as green as tea:
We couldn’t stop thinking about getting some matcha after that, but maybe after we dropped our bags off at our hostel. So we did that, and then we found ourselves lost in the wilderness of Teramachi Street and Nishiki Food Market. Lost, as in there were too many things to try and we couldn’t decide what to check out first.
I can’t think of any other country that has an entire island dedicated to art alone.
I swear, only in Japan. But I could be wrong, please correct me if I am.
Even the way to Naoshima, one of the islands of Kagawa, was already easy on the eyes, even if the weather wasn’t at its brightest. Kat noticed a pothole with flowers painted on it at Uno Port, for one. The dotted ferry that took us to the island was already a fascinating thing to look at, and it matched the first piece of art at Miyanoura Port: Yayoi Kusama’s giant red pumpkin.