Akihabara has never been my favorite neighborhood in Tokyo, in fact, it is a neighborhood I only venture to when I need some specific camera or electronic goods. When I am there I do like wandering a few blocks off the main Showa Avenue.
There hidden among the Maid Cafes and the stores that have plastic bins labeled “junk” are bits of a Tokyo that no longer exists. It does exist.
I know that this is the neighborhood that draws geekism from all over the globe, but there nestled in little pockets is what “we” choose to see. A potted tree, an old neighborhood sign, an office specializing in some obscurity.
I choose to see.