What can I say about Tokyo. Really, what can’t I say about Tokyo. Tokyo is massive in every aspect. It’s the archetype of every superlative you can think of it. Technically, it’s not even a city… it’s a huge metropolitan mess, and each area such as Shinjuku or Shibuya (what we in Chicago think of as mere neighbourhoods) is governed as city in its own right. Within that mess, 13 million people live, work and play. The metro area swells to 35.68 million. Tokyo is thought as more than a “major city,” it’s a command city. And it’s commanding indeed: Tokyo boasts more Michelin stars than any other city by far (sorry, Paris). It’s the most expensive place to live. But it’s also one of the most live-able.
I will admit, I found it hard to connect to Tokyo. It was just so big. And faceless. There were areas that I really enjoyed (Ebisu particularly stands out and Harajuku was actually quite nice outside of Takeshita-dori, which is the pink, Hello-Kitty street of teenage consumerism glory), and we had a great time during our three days in Tokyo. We definitely ate well enough, though the downside of so many choices is that sometimes the best isn’t so obvious. And a lot of it is in Kanji… which I am not able to read at all.