In Yoyogi Park, under the overpass.
Seeing the sumo wrestlers parading into the ring is a happy sight, capable of erasing many uglee images of American politicians and their poetic fans. Nothing brings a bigger smile to my face than seeing all these men lined up belly to back wearing fancy aprons and little else. I cannot recommend highly enough the opportunity to see the tournament in person.
The husband reminded me that it is “not OK” to photograph strangers’ shoes on the Tokyo Metro. I couldn’t resist.