Today we slept in, before moseying on over to the much anticipated, Harajuku. We were starting to feel like we were really getting the hang of this subway system, and were quite chuffed with ourselves really.
Harajuku is SO beautiful. As I have said before, it is definitely our favourite place in Tokyo. The shops are all so purposefully and tastefully laid, with intricate and careful attention to detail. And the staff are friendly, to boot!
We made a new friend in a vintage shop named Yuka. Her shop is named ‘SLOW’. See http://slow-hesaidshesaid.blogspot.com
We even made it onto their blog!
If you go to Tokyo, this shop is well worth the visit. With beautiful old blouses, hats and scarves, everything is accompanied with that old familiar ‘pre-loved’ smell.
Yuka spent some time drawing some maps for us, to help us find more second-hand stores around the place, and chatting about music, and things like that. I just wanted to take her home with us!
Later that day…
Also today, we ate the most delicious crepes in the Entire. World. I mean, wow. At a lovely little French café named ‘La Fee Dilice’. Complete with its own Gael Bernal-Garcia-esque Maitre’d. See http://lafeedelice.com/
I was, again, quite chuffed and impressed with myself for putting to use some of the French I learnt in Year 8 at school as a child.
“Crepes, et le jus d’orange.” I said proudly. And then as the crepes were being served, I chucked in a, “Merci beaucoup, Monsieur.”
Wow, I AM cool aren’t I? But seriously, one of the first things I would LOVE to do as soon as we move to Adelaide, is to get tutoring in French. I love the way that the few words I do know feel in my mouth.
After taking the first bite, Dana and I are in love. We wish we could marry this crepe.
Seriously, go here. You’ll be impressed.
Sadly, the pride we had harboured previously in the day in regards to being ‘Rail Masters’ was crumpled into a ball and squished into the gutter later on in the evening.
For some reason, Dana and I thought it a good idea to have a little snooze on the subway home. My head on his shoulder, his head on my head. All this walking around, shopping and eating crepes is hard work!
Suddenly, my eyes snapped open and I realised that we had gone past our stop by at least TWO stops, and wewereonthelastserviceoftheday (insert expletives here). So, in a haze of drowsy crankiness, each of us cursing the other, ‘WHYDIDYOUFALLASLEEP??’, ‘BAH!’, ‘GAH!’ etc. etc.
From here, we had no other option than to walk. We didn’t know where we were, or where we were going, and all the streets looked exactly the same.
We arrived at our hostel two hours later. I must say though, our self-confidence in our directional skills (or lack of), was not all in vain. We were chuffed once again that for some reason, we were able to successfully head in the right direction, and take the right little alleyways all the way to our prize – Sakura Hostel. And boy, did that bunk bed feel comfortable.