In all the tourism and travel books I have consulted (and believe me, I have read many), not a single one mentioned this neighbourhood: Kichijoji. Sweet baby carrots, there’s a lot of good shopping to be had in this ward. Yet all you hear about and read about is the good old Ginza (ABSOLUTELY a waste of time unless you’re the kind to pay 3,000$ for a purse) and a few others like Shinjuku, Harajuku for fashions and Asakusa for souvenirs. But never Kichijoji. It has everything. You want cute little fabric buttons with ladybugs on them? Kichijoji has them. You want red and purple leather shoes? Kichijoji has them. And food. Glorious, glorious food stalls and little terraces. Son and I were so excited to find that spot. And not a single gaijin in sight. We felt like locals (except we look nothing like locals…as was painfully apparent when I tried to buy a t-shirt and was up to 3xl and they still were too short…I’m only 5’8″ and wear size 8-10 in Canada, so I’m no Valkyrie!). And the shoes, I won’t even go there (size 10…yeah.).
And now, photos!