There’re so many little eateries in the back lanes of Shinjuku. Familiar faces in each of these shops are as important as the tastes of the food. I’ll not forget the friendly owners and the chefs whom I’ve interacted with in these places.
I can’t stay where I am because I’ve got places I need to go.
“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?” Dr Seuss.
What do we do while we wait?
Tradition in a modern world. How do we ensure what’s good is being passed down? Effort? Relevance? Appeal?
Business and busyness are two different things. I’m reminded not to get so busy making a living that I missed out on making a life.
After school, Shibuya. Actually, the place to hang out isn’t as important as the company you hang out with.
The love for Sunday was apparent in Harajuku. The throng who made it nearly impossible to navigate Takeshita Street reflected this sentiment. Happy Sunday, everyone.
I always feel that the most interesting part of commuting is the commuters.
One of many glimpses of tradition in modern Shinjuku.