The Birth Day - Part 2

It's official... Tokyo and I are mates, and good mates at that.  I think Berlin may be bumped from being my best friend.  We shall see what the next 2 days bring.  So husband and I walked south through Omotesando.  After a quick look-without-purchase in Kiddyland, we easily resisted more "high end shopping" and hung a left down Cat Street.  Given that it was not quite 11am, most shops were shut, but Cat Street was like a Surry Hills in Tokyo. A windy (wiggly) and windy (weather-type) little street filled with quirky, stylish one off shops selling everything from spunky threads to eye-pleasing homeware / kitchenwares.  The shop windows are artistic and enticing.  Following Cat Street all the way to the end spat us out - quite literally - at the Shibuya Crossing.
No jokes - 1,000 people cross at this acre of  intersection every time the light turns green.  The pedestrians scurry like ants from the subways into the shops and restaurants with a feverish pace.  Once again I am saying mindblowing because it is just that.  Right next to Shibuya Crossing, lost in the Ocean of Pre-40 Japanases is a statue of a dog - Hachiko.  Hachiko was a dog in the 1920s that after his master died, he still went to the station everyday hoping for his master to return on the train as he always had.  The locals now use it as a meeting point -(still amazing how you could find anyone anyway).  Like Sydney's Town Hall steps.  See youtube link below.

http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=Mqaq1OsFeug&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DMqaq1OsFeug


In need of sustenance, we found a little restaurant - there must be millions in Tokyo, you cannot walk 50m without finding a restaurant of some description.  A quick bowl of steaming noodles and vegies purchased  via a vending machine - weird.  You then take the vending machine ticket to the waitress who passes it to the chef.
We walked the streets of Shibuya northwest to the famed Tokyu Hands.  7 levels of Japanese quirky gadgetry.  70 minutes later, with a massive bag of Tokyu Hands loot we subwayed back to the hotel zombie-like, totally shattered.  3.5 days of going non-stop caught up with us... we could not talk, tooooooooo exhausted.