Clouds have moved in and the city takes on a different tone for me. The spring-like air gives way to a chilling breeze, reminding me of home.
I have lunch in Shibuya, in a Nepalese restaurant three flights up, overlooking the busy streets and skyscrapers—that strange replica of the Empire State Building. It's already the last day I’ll get on my own and there’s a sadness I can’t shake. Or maybe it’s the lack of sleep rearing its ugly head.
I end up at the beautiful Meiji Jingu shrine.
Sunday in the park.