Tokyo
Tokyo is a city of magic. A city which never sleeps, nor stands still for even a moment. Crowds of bustling tourists and residents alike venture down the streets and the sounds of horns seem to never cease as taxis begin queuing on the streets. Salary men carrying suitcases heavy with paperwork march down the train stairs, narrowly avoiding the wandering tourists, amazed by Tokyo’s vibrant atmosphere. The countless travel blogs read didn’t do it justice. Street vendors, with a golden smile of imperfect teeth, give their customers dishes prepped with care and love. Yakiimo. Yakitori. Yakisoba. The street is full of compliments and laughter – ‘Itadakimasu!’ groups of students recite as they hungrily devour the food before they journey to school. But, despite all this movement, there is one place which never seems to move with as much urgency – a small shop, with a single barista working through the oncoming orders. The smell of coffee. The coolness of air condit...