It's only mid-way through the afternoon, I've got a pile of essays sitting in front of me crying out to be marked and signifying, in all their dreary fatness, that they'll be my weekend companions.
If granted a wish round about now, then, it'd be that I get to teleport to that depachika between Shinjuku and Yoyogi (I can never work out where Takashimaya ends and Kinokuniya begins, but no matter). The cake store and coffee counter half way through is where I took these photos a few months back.
I've been only twice (at Y600 a piece the wee things aren't cheap), and both times when showing guests around Tokyo. But the memories!
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