{"id":21884,"date":"2026-02-01T22:42:33","date_gmt":"2026-02-01T21:42:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/?p=21884"},"modified":"2026-03-27T20:54:49","modified_gmt":"2026-03-27T19:54:49","slug":"daily_3987_-_japan_day_5_-_shibuya","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2026\/02\/01\/daily_3987_-_japan_day_5_-_shibuya\/","title":{"rendered":"Daily: 3987 &#8211; Japan day 5 &#8211; Shibuya"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>After the museum, we visited Tsukuji market, which is what&#8217;s left of the old fish market. I was expecting lively alleys, full of food stalls and restaurants, teeming with people. It was&#8230; not that. It felt rather dead. Maybe we came at the wrong time of day?<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3987_Shibuya_1.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Since we were here, and hungry, we splurged on four pieces of fancy sushi. Generally there wasn&#8217;t much here that tempted us so I bought a simple cheese skewer to take the edge off my hunger, and we went elsewhere.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3987_Shibuya_10.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>In Ginza, one of the main thoroughfares was closed for traffic. It felt like some kind of traffic apocalypse had disintegrated all the cars but left all the people.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3987_Shibuya_2.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We browsed the Itoya stationary store. I am jealous of Japanese people who have access to so many fine paper products. Origami paper, wrapping paper, note-taking paper, cards, pretty cardboard boxes&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3987_Shibuya_3.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3987_Shibuya_4.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>When it was dark, we went to Shibuya sky lounge to take photos of the photogenic street scene there. There is less traffic in Tokyo than I had expected, but a lot of people. Everybody is very obedient when it comes to traffic rules, traffic signals and street crossings. Traffic signals prioritize pedestrians. At the major street crossings, when the lights go green for pedestrians, they go green on all sides at the same time. People cross in all directions, including diagonally, and entire the entire crossing is like an ant hill. But a polite and organized ant hill!<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3987_Shibuya_5.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3987_Shibuya_6.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>For dinner, Ingrid wished for ramen. We ate at Kyushu Jangara Ramen Harajuku, a total hole in the wall, with cheesy curtains and cheap-looking signage. Had I walked past it on the street, it would never have caught my eye. Possibly only to laugh at the cutesy creatures on the curtain. But Ingrid had done her research!<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3987_Shibuya_9.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Inside it was just as cramped as a kaitenzushi place. Those dividers between seats make it possible to cram in more people than you otherwise could. Cosiness factor: zero. <\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3987_Shibuya_7.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The food was excellent, though. Flavourful broth, topped with noodles and vegetables and one of those lovely marinated eggs, as well as other strange things that I couldn&#8217;t even identify. They had ramen with vegetarian broth, which can be tricky to find &#8211; it tends to be pork-based. Ingrid said that her pork ramen was even better than my vegetarian one.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3987_Shibuya_8.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After the museum, we visited Tsukuji market, which is what&#8217;s left of the old fish market. I was expecting lively alleys, full of food stalls and restaurants, teeming with people. It was&#8230; not that. It felt rather dead. Maybe we came at the wrong time of day? 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