“We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” asked Alice.
“You must be,” said the cat.
“or you wouldn’t have come.”
This is one rabbit hole. Welcome to Harajuku.
Once you cross that street, there’s no turning back.
Down this rabbit hole we go.
My name is Alice.
Warning: They will all try to get your attention.
Because there’s just so much to see, smell, and hear.
Or maybe because you’re just trapped in your own world.
That’s ok though. This place thrives on those who come original…
…and those who are moved to break out of the ordinary.
By the way, all this chaos will make you hungry. A must try: Zakuzaku from Hokkaido.
Or if visiting with friends, do a “crepe cheers!” with them.
Let’s play a game. Can you spot the Sailor Princesses incognito?
How about you name that Slam Dunk character?
You might ask, “How strange is strange?” Just when you thought you’re used to its madness, here comes an old fella cosplaying as a schoolgirl on a random Thursday afternoon.
Ladies and gents, that’s Harajuku for you.