Tokyo isn't a city; it's a giant ocean of endless buildings. A place where the future and the past seem to coexist in balance, where everyone can find an alleyway with a corner to hide in. A place that overwhelms and seduces, that you never quite understand and never stops, with surprising corners that make you rethink the concept of space. Here, a hotel has its reception on the 78th floor of a skyscraper, a bookstore is hidden in an underground parking lot, and an ancient temple has been placed inside the courtyard of a shopping mall. In Tokyo, you can also read the books and listen to the vinyl records that writer Haruki Murakami personally bought. Not a copy, no: the originals.