As blessed Golden Week draws to a close, and classes kickstart on Thursday, the final, May 5th, holiday is called “こどもの日(Kodomo no hi)” or Children’s Day.
Koi fish banners are raised: the myth being that should the koi fish struggle upwards and top a waterfall it turns into a dragon, and thus, seems to be a message of hope and perseverance.

The sprawling lobby floor spread out into shops an, with floor-to-ceiling window view of the gardens, a bar complete with swanky grand piano.  Ivory. Live jazz perfomance in the evenings. My mother, younger sister and I found ourselves somewhere about the lofty heights of the 26th floor – out of over thirty. Perhaps not such a feat within Tokyo, but something quite vertigo inducing to un-metropolised hicks such as ourselves (I say this lovingly, bien sur).

The plan was to stay at the Otani briefly, then pack in a whorl of sightseeing during our 3/4 days at Kyoto, in time for a triumphant week long return to Tokyo (and to new lodgings).

(As it happens, at first, I was too distracted by showing off to my new city-mouse abilities, to take that many photos…)

One totally awesome feature to the bathroom was the surround sound style radio, complete with stations for mainstream music taste (jazz; rock; Jpop, etc). This made a great opportunity to, say, brush teeth and air guitar, or dry hair and dance ridiculously badly to samba. Not that such things were done.

Before the sour bout, however, in my boredom I had woken up super early and taken the chance stillness of the hour to explore the neighbourhood some more; namely the graveyard behind the Aoki Suit Store. Built on the side of a hill, there was something quite magical about discovering the nooks and crannies where hidden steps led to another small plateau.

Each of these things is the equivalent of a black hole to my (nonexistant) purse. Caught in the gravity, I am at odds to escape the inexorable tug of a book or stationary store. With little hope of freedom I throw myself freely into abandon and thus, with a flush of new money, find myself tired but satiated at the end of a day dragging along a bag of tricks:

"Tokyo Art Navi": A Guide to Tokyo's various art spots entirely a la Japanese

"Tokyo Sotoasa Gohan": Soto-Asa being a corrupted form of soto ("outside") & asa ("morning") this impish light read details in Japanese various places out-and-about to enjoy one's breakfast outdoors.

Illustrated vocabulary and situational phrase book for Okinawan's specific dialect. Surprisingly comprehensive and pleasingly weighty.

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An obligatory kitten video. This is what Japan exports best via youtube.

Early bloomers make the news.
Speaking of, a short snippet of the blossoms in Ueno Park:

Fabulous new ditty du jour.

One day I would love to speak うちなーぐち (uchinaaguchi, the Okinawan dialect) – despite the island being part of Japan, it has it’s own distinct language, so distinct that even the average Japanese person can’t understand it either!

Aside from gorgeous weather and equally gorgeous beaches, another thing that draws me to Okinawa is the 三線 (shanshin; three stringed instrument) and the traditional lilting siniging style.

One of the most famous songs from Okinawa is　「島人ぬ宝」　(shimanchuu nu takara; The Islander’s Treasure):

僕が生まれたこの島の空を、僕はどれぐらい知っているんだろう

How well do I know, the skies of this island where I was born

輝く星も流れる雲も、名前を聞かれてもわからない

I couldn’t tell you the names of the shining stars or passing clouds, even if you asked

でも誰より誰より知っている、悲しいときも嬉しい時も、何度も見上げていたこの空を、

But more, more, than anyone, I know, in the good times and bad times, that sky I have looked up countless times to

With little time before closing, we explored the National Museum of Nature and Science in Ueno. For a building of 9 floors we did pretty well.

]]> http://girlmeetsnippon.wordpress.com/2010/03/15/a-day-at-the-museum/feed/ 0 girlmeetsnippon IMG_4920 IMG_4919 IMG_4877 IMG_4888 IMG_4893 IMG_4898 IMG_4904 IMG_4909 IMG_4911 IMG_4918 http://girlmeetsnippon.wordpress.com/2010/03/14/all-is-buenos-in-ueno/ http://girlmeetsnippon.wordpress.com/2010/03/14/all-is-buenos-in-ueno/#comments Sun, 14 Mar 2010 05:35:58 +0000 girlmeetsnippon http://girlmeetsnippon.wordpress.com/?p=659 ]]> Today I come blogging in sunshine from my balcony, with a panorama of higgedly-piggedly rooftops and criss-crossed electric cables. Having come through the brief flurry of Tokyo snow (read: slush), it seems the season has plunged into Spring proper. The news predicts “開花” (kaika; Blooming – in this instance, referring to the blossoming of sakura) will hit the city on the 23rd of this month – looking foward to it! Already here and there, are splatters of colour, the blooming of ume (plums) preceding its more famous bretheren.

Taking advantage of the weather’s good turn a couple of days ago I went, with a friend, to Ueno Park. My first visit was a hurried scuttle, having drank far too much coffee/water!, under a cloak of overcast skies. This time, with sunshine and company, was much, much better.

At one of the temples I got my first omikuji, a fortune-telling “paper” as well as a mamori of sorts (it came with the second omikuji). The first one required I shake this wooden box full of thin sticks. Each stick has a number written on it, which corresponds to a certain omikuji. Mines was “三十三” (303 -hey, it’s the magic number!). The second one was simply a matter of sticking your hand into a box full of wrapped omikuji and picking one (with each a random charm – I got the waving cat, 招き猫. Maneki-neko are symbolic for ushering in good fortune – the waving gesture they make is the Japanese “beckoning” – most cloesly associated with fortune of a material kind: money). I’ll be having a crack at translating my fortunes later – people who get predominately bad fortunes tie their omikuji up on the grounds of the shrine, so there might be a hasty return to Ueno on the cards…

We actually also went to the Science Museum post-park touring – given the glorious setting, I went a bit snap happy, so since posting the day entirely would be bursting-at-the-seams awesome, the museum’s getting a post all of  its own! Huzzah!

The days in-between were spent:

• Getting to know the neighbourhood by exploring the crooked backstreets surrounding our dormitory
• Exploring the local graveyard, which turned out to be far bigger than I thought
• Taking photos of the blossoms, Yagami river in the sunshine (at which time I also discovered a convenient sunbathing spot)
• Taking photos of quirky, cute name plaques; trying to take good photos of the crazy riverside residing feline population

Well, I am feeling gloriously sunned now – maybe time for some more trekking.

Guess what guys? Spring is finally here!!

雛祭り（ひなまつり）は女の子のすこやかな成長を祈る節句の年中行事。

Hinamatsuri is the seasonal festival in which prayers are made for girl’s to grow up healthy and strong. Lovely.

Hinamatsuri is one of the points in the calendar signalling the onset of spring; it’s not just the Kitkat that’s getting a makeover. Seasonal fruit 桃 (momo, peach) is used for “limited edition” everything (more on which later).

Here are a couple of snaps (taken with the mobile phone camera, so obviously not stunning quality) from the display in our local supermarket:

And I have spent this year’s Hinamatsuri gloriously lazy and yet somehow, studiously without strain. So whilst the weather is as exciting as Scotlands (oh, nostalgia) today has been, all things considered, a rather lovely wee day. Huzzah.

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