Today we made a rare foray into Shibuya looking for Christmas gifts.  If you think Black Friday in the States is bad, everyday is Black Friday in Shibuya.  I can usually only handle about three hours before I go insane from the frenetic crowds and hawkers and plastic-fake overly-made-up young women.

There were at least three, if not more, stores selling skimpy red-velour Mrs. Claus outfits…clearly everything has its niche here in Japan. 

Now I am back home, with emptier wallet and stomach full of spicy Sichuanese food, with the whole afternoon open for…something.  Books, art projects, who knows.  The luxury of time itself is what I love most, the potential of doing something rather than actually doing it.

(Image by sinkdd)