On Sunday Matthew wanted to see how long it would take to walk to the office on days he'd rather not take the subway. 40 minutes give or take, probably less without me stopping to peruse the window displays. Then, lured by the siren call of the Harajuku district on a sunny Sunday, we floated the afternoon away, carried along by the famously eclectic throngs of young people.

"We're not in Fairfield anymore, Toto!"