Shibuya Crossing, where up to 2.5 thousand people cross the road at the same time. We heard that the best seats for a gander were up on the 2nd floor of Starbucks - normally that would be a good reason for me to skiddaddle up there for an HC as well (yippee) - but as I've given them up (yelp of pain) I had to go in and put up with the ignomy of Nigel ordering a skinny latte and me ordering bloody nowt. Anyway after heavily breathing down the neck of a girl reading a book (isn't it amazing how the Japanese can actually read Japanese as well) she eventually and reluctantly packed up. First she took all her purchases out of her bag, refolded the bags and put them all back in again. She then put her embroidered linen book mark in her romance, folded her napkin into a neat piece of origami, applied hand cream, lip balm and donned a fresh white face mask, finally wiping down her part of the counter top with a wet wipe. Pity she missed the bit of slobber I'd left on her shoulder as I saw yet another frappuccino go by.
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