Matilda's ears didn't survive the flight too well, so the first night was restless and she awoke with a fever and sore ear. Despite this, she put on a brave face, had some panadol, and agreed that a visit to a cat cafe might cheer her up. Exit 4 to the Azabu-Juban underground line was just across the small street from the entrance to our apartment block, so we easily followed the signage for the Oedo Line toward Yoyogi, and transferred there for another train to Harajuku. The journey made so easy with the help of the Hyperdia app. Takes***a St is full of fashion stores -some tat, some expensive -at least a dozen creperies, a Hello Kitty store, toys galore and lots to look at. About half way along, a brand new "Bengal cat and Owl cafe" had recently opened up (not in our guide books), so we were thrilled to be able to (not literally) kill two birds with one stone, bought a combo ticket and headed on downstairs to the owls. Most were Asian, Russian or European varieties, some quite big! Some looked a bit frazzled, with wide eyes and beaks open to peck, while others seemed happy enough to have their backs stroked. Upstairs in the lift, there were around 12 playful Bengal kittens pouncing around. A free drink was thrown in for good measure too. Back downstairs for more crowd watching, some crepes for lunch, and crossed Harajuku St into the area of Omotesando. There's some great architecture and high end fashion stores here, but our destination was a small design studio with eight spaces for young artists to show their stuff - everything from glass jewellery, miniature scenes, to painting and sculpture. By this time, it was after midday, the crowds were building, and it was getting warmer, so back along Takes***a St we went, and entered the enormous Yoyogi Park. It's very lush, and a peaceful forest rather than large grassy expanse, (sadly nowhere to sit), so we kept strolling through to the Meiji Shrine, built in honour of the Emperor Meiji from the early 1900s. It's a big draw card for wedding ceremonies on Sunday's, and in the hour we spent there, saw no less than four wedding parties all dressed in varying traditional garb. They don't seem to mind all the tourists taking photos either. With weary feet, we returned to our apartment, rested up for a couple of hours, and ate locally at "Motembashi" - found on the Gurunavi website where you can search for restaurants by whether they have an English menu, take credit card, etc. Yummy panko crumbed prawns for me, chicken and rice for the kids, and beef for Paul.