secret ninja

ladies lunch

avoiding the omotesando hills opening crowd, we headed for the highly rated eats and meets cay in the basement of the spiral building.

while the service did not live up to its reputation - the 'view' and surroundings well made up for that
(we liked our waiter alot - infact all the boys working here were very 'friendly' we were particularly amuzed by their funky styles. one of our new friends had a blonde mowhawk and gold boots, while another simply had no shoes at all)

eats and meets had us wanting more, so it was off to fujimamas for cake and cocktails

it must have been all the cake because somehow we ended up in a neptunian karaoke box

where true colours always come out

this explains my sore back

all this well before last train
tis good to start early
thanks ladies

you missed

Leaving Anna outside with her 'giant stroller' and four tired shoppers asleep on the bench seat, I rounded the corner into the ladies toilets to be confronted by a line of three other full bladdered shoppers.
It is usually at this time that I begin to imagine the state of the toilets, forseeing such things as toilet technology, seat warmth (many toilets in Japanese department stores have temperature controlled seats) and overall cleanliness.
Despite the introduction and spread of western-style toilets soon after WW II , many Japanese are still not convinced that relaxing while relieving oneself is an advantage. Thus Japanese style toilets still lurk in the most unlikely of places, just to keep us toiletphobes on our toes.
The bathroom had two western style and three Japanese style. This is what I landed.