The Motomachi Meander, also known as Chinese New Year Part One
Emerged from the Motomachi-Chuukagai Station (which has 8 exits), not quite where planned. It turned out to be Motomachi, and was a fortunate accident, as the area turned out to be quite lovely.
We discovered this magical vintage watch store; the door knobs looked like lion-dogs, heavy, brozen and real. Didn’t realise at the time, whilst trying to get a good (read: not blurry) shot of the lights, there was a man hidden behind the wonderful mess of things watching the whole time! My friend waved, but I was totally – and typically – oblivious, oops.
I loved this place! The window display was full of witches flying, witches cackling, witches sitting or knitting, looking peeved or pleased. It was awesome, they were awesome.
The subdued, arty back streets were split open by a road of expensive stores. One place, devoted to leather went beyond the norm and had a beautiful red car parked outside its open doors:
And here’s to a heartily laughing “Captain Santa”! I kid you not – don’t know the name myself, and was completely taken aback to see his endearing plastic grin glimmer under the spotlights from behind the glassfront.
Oh, and something for the pampered toy poodles and tiny terriors with diamante collars: