Los Angeles was wet.   Tokyo is cold – very cold.   I thought I should explore bits of it which I haven’t seen before and started with Daikanyama, a posh neighbourhood where a lot of the embassies are, lured by the promise of a bookshop, Tsutaya, which opens at 7 in the morning and has an upstairs lounge where one can read magazines to the sound of Bach cello suites:-

Then I went across the road, past the Hillside Terrace, to the Kyu Asakura House, dating from 1919, but in a style which looks much earlier, built for a politician, Kyu Asakura, and unusual in this, or any, part of town in being preserved:-

I had forgotten the baroque character of Tokyo’s telegraph poles:-

I had brunch at the Spring Valley Brewery:-