Closer, watching workers walk the scaffold on the sloping face of a building.
The next few hours were spent roaming the streets of Shibuya 渋谷. Tunnels packed with bicycles and barely space to walk. Vending machines tucked in nooks of otherwise vacant alleys. Occasional groups of neatly stacked crates of garbage or cardboard boxes. But, most unexpectedly, repeat instances of graffiti that proclaimed, as if to remind, “TOKYO IS YOURS”.
Further lost in the rooftop detail, tiny cities of equipment like a robotic Fira.
Shades of white on white and that distinctive feature of sheared buildings. Smooth tiles against diffuse concrete and grit.
Rooms with views cost more, but it's nice to look into the city fractal.
Back through the heart of Shibuya 渋谷 and up to the 26th of Cerulean Tower セルリアンタワー for a break to appreciate the afternoon view.
A stream in the shadows of an urban canyon.
The busy crosswalk adjacent the west end of the station, rail lines floating overhead.
Up on the platforms I looked at the skinny advertisements cladding the Yodobashi-Akiba ヨドバシAkiba building opposite and waited, just a moment, for the next train on the Yamanote Line 山手線.
A pachinko パチンコ and slot machine parlour. Legally you can't win money at such venues, but there's an arrangement whereby the prizes you win can be exchanged for cash at separate stores located in convenient proximity.