The truest truth ever spoken was this wisdom by Jean-Paul Sartre: hell is other people. This is particularly intense in Tokyo, the world's biggest metropolis. Especially if you're a savage from Africa's wide open plains.
That's why I avoid festivals, choose to go to work an hour early rather than face peak time on commuter trains, refuse to go on a shopping spree even for books on the weekend before Japan increases its sales tax. Too many people.
It's also why every spring is a quest to find that most elusive of locations in Tokyo: people-free cherry blossom paths. It helps that I go very early – if I say very early, I mean I leave at 5 am – on weekday mornings.
This year I have very limited cherrypedition opportunities due to a combination of workload plus predicted cloudy weather, and that's made me decide to focus on old favourites rather than go larking about. This particular road isn't as beautiful as Kandagawa or, reportedly, Megurogawa, but it's in a quiet suburban area and you can walk along almost entirely alone. There's a more beautiful section a bit further east, but that was too far for my limited time.
Ladies and gentlemen, from Ru the happy hermit, Sarue Onshi Park and the footpath next to Sendaiborigawa in Kōtō-ku.
|The main attraction of Sarue Onshi Park is, of course, the cherry blossoms. Why are you laughing?|
|It's so difficult to show you the full impact of cherry blossoms in a photo, but ....|
imagine a room where your ceiling and walls are pink and blue.
|Normally a sight that strikes fear into the heart of a true hermit, but what the heck,|
blossoms and cute kids go together.
|Well, almost ...|