After eight glorious hours we popped out of bed and hit the streets, just the two of us. Like Toronto, Minneapolis and many other winter cities, Sapporo can be criss-crossed on foot underground. Our hotel was linked to the underground by a small staircase in the lobby. We joined the throng, who were walking, shopping and pondering the many small art exhibits. These strange dolls peered up at the ceiling as if expecting the arrival of a spaceship.
