I continued down Omotesando, and was feeling for a coffee, but all the cafés were of course packed, not the least the outdoor seats. But I found a small kiosk on the corner by Meiji-dori, and I remained standing at the counter, because the girl had some music on. But no crappy muzak, but a cooking live version of Herbie Hancock's Chameleon.

Along the avenues there were lots of people, but as I peeped into a side street with mainly residential houses, the buzz disappeared rapidly.