We arrived at exactly the right time to see them in full bloom. So beautiful. I was hoping to see them inside the Imperial Palace garden, but for some reason the gardens were closed to the public while we were there.
The Tokyo subway lines are very intense to get to grips with in one trip. There are multiple lines, run by different companies going to some of the same places, some not. Some of the stations overlap, but not always…
’nuff said. 🙂 Nerd out on my part.
Yummy yummy sushi.
Our search of fugu was not successful, but we did have really good, fresh sushi.
We went to a little Spanish cafe, run by a Korean guy, for a snack of sausage and salami together with red wine.
The seats were heated from underneath, which was so nice on the cold nights we took the last train out to where the hotel is.
These hot drinks vending machines were amazing!! Kiernan had corn soup one evening, but I stuck to my “hot banana milk”. Surprisingly hot and fresh-tasting. Almost as good as the sakura mochi “bon bons” – little gelatin pastries with cherry blossom filling.
This is the best picture of Mt Fuji I could get. It was taken off the train; once on the platform at the little town at the foot of the mountain, it was super fogged over.
Wait… what? It didn’t even sound real, it sounded like a mechanical flushing noise.
The whole restaurant is in semi-darkness and you can only really see the tables next to yours. They do all kinds of ninja-martial art tricks and dos when they take you to your table and serve you your food.