We walked to Meji-ji after lunch, and were sidetracked with sights of kids dressed up in their Sunday best - super goth and anime-like. Apparently they are fixtures on Sundays in that part of town.
We saw the awe inspiring Meiji-ji, huge and elegant and simple and tranquil. Placed in the middle of a forest in the middle of bustling Tokyo, you feel as if you've left the city. After Meiji-ji, we saw another group of interesting group of people: men with rockabilly hairstyles and leather pants (in the sweltering heat!) dancing and singing to a Japanese '50s tune. The women, not to be outdone, were dressed like Sandra Dee and also singing and dancing to Japanese '50s tunes. It was extremely fun to see (again I bewail the passing of my camera).
At the same park as the rockabillies, we saw bands playing within a few feet (!) of each other. Their simultaneous playing made listening hard at first, but pretty soon you zone into the band right in front of you. The band we concentrated our listening efforts on was actually very good, and Mrs. MC bought a CD (which I will of course borrow and copy).
After sweating buckets, we cooled off in a mall called Omotosando Hills. Looking around, you realize that what the magazines say is true - the Japanese are very good dressers. Their shops are not familiar, but they have really good stuff in it. Compared to the people in Hong Kong, I think the Japanese are a little more understated in their fashion choices and less into brands.
L. and I took a little side trip to Shibuya before dinner to see Shibuya crossing, the most famous intersection in the world. Seeing all these wonderful sights and not having something to satisfy my trigger happy index finger, L. and I bought a camera at Shibuya too (Yay! Pictures tomorrow!).
Dinner was in Shibuya at "Yakitori Alley". The first little dive we went into was okay, but with the communication problem, we didn't realize the food was all chicken and pork innards. Mr. MC and I had no problem eating that stuff but L. and Mrs. MC did, so when we left the restaurant, two were full and the other two were clamoring for more.
We went into an even smaller dive, no air-conditioning, 8 seats only, hot charcoal grill right in front of you. The food there was much much better than the first one we went to, but I think I would have enjoyed it more had it been spring or fall, and not the height of summer.
Again another nightcap on the way home at some place in the Ginza district. It was an exhausting day, so I think the alcohol got into our heads pretty quickly.