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11october2025


📍 #jimbocho
🇯🇵 #tokyo
🗓️ 11oct25

The Crows of Tokyo are bigger than you expect. There’s a certain intelligence in their eyes. The Japanese know this too—crows are tricksters, messengers, sometimes omens. In folktales they guide and deceive, depending on how you meet them. I’ve watched them swoop onto my balcony and steal wire hangers because Tokyo Crows don’t build ordinary nests. They are as into architectural design as much as the next guy here.
I respect them. I’ve always respected them. They remember you, so you better treat them well. Sometimes it’s a matter of walking past them and getting the biggest “CAW,” or just a nod of “We meet again.”
They’re not afraid of people. This guy was in Meidai-Mae as I walked to school. I asked him if it was ok to take a photo, he said “caw.” And then he turned his head to get a better view of me. I assume to place me in his memory.
I really, really love Tokyo Crows.
October 2025
Tokyo, Japan 🇯🇵


11october2025

October 2025

They say Jimbōchō was just voted the world’s coolest neighborhood by Time Out Travel. I believe it. Walk around a bit and you understand—it isn’t about being trendy in the way Shibuya or Harajuku are.

Jimbōchō is books. Endless books. Secondhand shops stacked floor to ceiling with everything from Meiji-era magazines to English paperbacks.


It’s not only the books—it’s the cafés. Coffee served with a kind of reverence. This is where Tokyo comes to read, to think, to write. A neighborhood of intellectual quiet.
Jimbōchō almost feels like it belongs to another Tokyo—the one that pauses, that listens, rather than the neon rush.

And maybe that’s why it feels so cool. Not because it’s new, but because it refuses to be new. Coolness here is not performance—it’s presence. Being there on a rainy day just added to its vibe.





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