You walk down the street and around the corner. Turn back around to complete a short, time-killing stroll before meeting up. A small street catches your eye, a brief glimpse from the corner. Happy feet going on an adventure that certainly wasn’t planned neither unwanted. Mini nurseries and a pocket of cafe restaurants sit nestled in a white-washed western building, some spilling hairs and tables onto the patio deck. Discovery!
It’s like this that I have encountered some new places recently, including in Jiyugaoka, which constant pouring over cafe magazines, the Internet, and roadside menus on strolls had me thinking I knew so well. Huzzah!
Add the backstreets of Omotesando and Harajuku, and you barely know where you are anymore. Thinking GPS will help you navigate the maze of tiny streets and hidden passageways is laughable. Yet it wouldn’t be as charming without the feature of being confusingly winding. I love seeing old places in new light or as if entirely new.