of the past

of the past

Through the back streets of Shibuya 渋谷 where I'd been that afternoon, but now at night a different vibe. Looking from one end of Nonbei Yokochō のんべい横丁, which loosely translates to Drunkard's Alley, the hush belies the proximity to the scramble. Tiny bars, just a few seats each, and second floor stairs of impossible incline.