The sights, sounds, smells and tastes of Tokyo are still with me.

View of Shibuya from the Cerulean hotel - 35th floor, corner room.

In the main square, near the train station, black vans spout nationalist propaganda.

A woman dances furiously just steps from the black van.
Angry death metal is her soundtrack.

I did not take nearly enough photos of interesting fashion. Too shy with my camera in public.

Occasionally, Doug snapped a photo of my own interesting fashion choices....

Justin's advice about food was flawless. Yakitori was one of the many dishes he suggested.

Soju and pickled plum sours were another brilliant inspiration.

An entire building covered with LEDs that look like windows. Really!!!

If we look drunk and exhausted its because basically, we were. A good kind of tired, tho.

We certainly did not look as cool as this hipster on the bridge. Damn, he was fly.

Here we are enjoying the view on top of a convention center hotel, waiting for Doug.
Doug was sitting downstairs in the lobby, waiting for us. 

Alan's favorite ramen shop was mind blowing. 
I'm surprised we didn't grow snouts while sitting there, like the wayward children in Pinocchio

Tokyo streets are spotless.

The signage is entertaining to say the least.

This kid looked like he'd just landed from Roswell, himself.

The only shop I snuck photos of during our Fashion Death March. It is the Baby Milo store, part of the BAPE empire that is slowly spreading throught Tokyo's fashion underground. The store was filled with music that had been mixed with the soft chanting sound of marching feet. It was spooky. Also seen on the trip: BAPE original store, second BAPE store with gallary upstairs (closed, sadly), Foot Soldier (the sneaker shop which included a rotating conveyer belt of kicks) and the BAPE cafe. Mmm, delicious drinks and sexy red couches. 

Alan knows his shit, yo. 

The latest Prada castle. It is filled with RF tags. They even put them in the floor. 
When you pick up an item of clothing or a shoe - they know. Everything is sending a signal.

Parting shots of myself and Jane, courtesy of the ever-vigilant DC.
That's Hello Kitty bubble bath in the tub. It was volumous!!!