A note, gentle viewers: Please bear with me while I try to catch up on these posts. I find myself with some free time on my hands, so I'm going to continue to post like a crazy maniac in the next few hours. Seriously, Tokyo was sooo over more than two weeks ago. I'm running around like a "headless chuck" here, as our International Coordinator person Paul would say. (He's from New Zealand, and does hilarious impressions and imitations, especially of monkeys.) But I did read your comments: I'm glad you're enjoying reading this, Lisa, and Kiri, thanks for the information about the gallery!
And well, I was carrying a long, thin, brown-paper-wrapped package, so I couldn't very well blame him for asking. I told him they were parasols I bought in Asakusa, he checked the shape of the package, smiled, and waved me on. So I walked into the park, and proceeded to get lost.
At least it was pretty.
The gardens were lush and beautiful, and a couple of sakura were on their last legs of blooming.
Now, losing one's way can be fun and adventurous, but after about an hour and a half of fruitless searching for the in-park access to the Nihon Budokan, at the hottest time of the day, I grew wearing of the constant getting turned-around by confusing maps which simply wouldn't point north.
It was hard to tell since the gates and security outside were all formidable and slightly imposing.
So, perhaps it wasn't the Budokan at all. Eventually I ran into some street-side maps of the area and made sure I was walking in the general direction of Yasukuni Jinja.
(On my way out, I saw a policeman carrying a katana...Cool.)
an old watchtower in Kitanomaru-kouen
mm, Algae Fountain
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