Tokyo (n.) possesses a center, but this center is empty. The entire city turns around a site both forbidden and indifferent, a residence concealed beneath foliage, protected by moats, inhabited by an emperor who is never seen, which is to say, literally, by no one knows who.
Tokyo (n.) is where the streets have no names, so addresses (which are based on districts and blocks) are accessible to the postman, but not to the visitor of the largest city in the world.
Tokyo (n.) is a city whose center is made up of the Imperial Palace and its grounds, an empty center that is forbidden, indifferent, and around which traffic is forced to make a perpetual detour
Tokyo (n.) is knowable only by an activity of an ethnographic kind, you must orient yourself (in this city without addresses) not by book, by address, but by walking, by sight, by habit, by experience.
Tokyo (n.) has no single downtown to anchor it; each quarter gathers around its railway station, a teeming hub of shops, crowds and departures where the district's life concentrates.