Having taken time to admire the architecture, buy cards that didn't tell us our fortune as we thought they should have done, and enjoy the serenity of the shrine, we headed off for kaiten sushi on Omotesando. Yay! The rice was cold! After a feast we met Eugene and wandered to Shibuya, stopping on the way for Eugene and I to continue our argument of whose head was largest (I still say it's me) and prove the point in a hat shop. Fortunately one hat fit us both. It suited Eugene, so he bought it. And I ran around maniacally trying to force too-small hats on my head in the hope that a) one would stretch or b) one would contain voodoo-headshrinking powders.