I am always fascinated by the endless signboards that spring out the sides of buildings like mushrooms after a rain. How anyone finds the store they are looking in this cacophony for remains an unsolved mystery to me.
Stepping out of the JR subway onto the streets of Harajuku on a weekend is an out of body experience. Oh sure, you’ve heard of Harajuku’s proclivity for teenyboppers and cosplayers, and words like “manic”, “energetic”, “swarms” jump out at you when magazines and travel guides describe the area. But nothing- nothing!– prepares you for …
Twilight Barcelona street view. Mount Tibidabo and Sagrat Cor is in the background.
A girl enjoys a commanding view of La Rambla on her father’s shoulders.
Somewhat dubious looking arcades line certain streets in Shibuya, calling out for your loose change alongside Pachinko slot machines.