I remember first entering Shinjuku train station, a day or two after we had arrived in Tokyo. Inside the entrance was a handful of restaurants and a large department store. Anna and I agreed that we would have to remember this area for later when we were hungry or wanted to go shopping. Little did we know that the station stretched on, and on, and on, and that we had seen only the slightest smallest tiniest amount of what was on offer.
-25 September 2016
This post is part of the I Remember series.