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6月6日　・　Machida, Mushakoji Saneatsu

Today I want to go to a crowded place, but I would go to a garden or a beautiful park. The question of whether there are beautiful gardens in Tokyo on Sunday, but without a lot of people forbidden to leave Kayoko, that the fall-back on my original purpose, there is an exhibition at the Museum of Graphic Arts Machida (a 45 minute train ride west of Tokyo, a little 'less to where we are), which closes today, I wanted to go see it but I'm not sure just want to have today ...
So with this mood a bit 'So he left.

got off the train, I headed to the park surrounding the museum, following the tracks pass under this overpass.
It 's a very hot today, I'm already sweating under my umbrella, luckily I'll be right at the park, where you can breathe with all this green.


This part of the park is left as "wild", where kids can splash around in the grass and into the water.


There are even looking for the scouts also do not know what.



un'aiola There's also my favorite flower ...

Si passa da una galleria (c'è una strada sopra che divide il parco in due), e dall'altro lato l'ambiente cambia completamente, c'è un grande prato dove giocare a calcio o a baseball o a qualunque altra cosa, e poco più avanti c'è questo.

Le due braccia di questa fontana (non saprei come altro definirla) si muovono facendo cadere l'acqua ora di qua ora di là, tra l'evidente giubilo dei bimbi che aspettano sotto.
E' come se fosse una piscina all'aperto (per bimbi, e quindi bassissima), gratuita e aperta a tutti.
Lungo il viale che mi porta al museo c'è anche un canaletto dove scorre l'acqua, here the children are allowed to enter and play with water. I find this all very nice.
The shows that are coming to see is this, it's illustrated books from the Middle Ages until the beginning of 900, going over the techniques of printing, that I did not expect is that there is only Western art, Doré's, Mucha, Brunelleschi and his few, Kate Greenaway, in short, everything really a summary of the history of the European picture book, all things I already know, unfortunately, but some are still interesting to see.
's also interesting to read in Japanese as an example the explanation of the Divine Comedy ... In

un'altra stanza sono illustrate le varie tecniche di stampa, xilografia, litografia, acquaforte, puntasecca etc...
La cosa bella di questa struttura è che c'è anche un atelier, a disposizione degli artisti che vogliono praticare le tecniche di stampa, visto che non è né facile né comodo avere in casa un torchio o conservare e smaltire gli acidi dopo l'uso.
Ci sono anche giornate in cui è possibile per i principianti provare queste tecniche sotto la guida di un maestro, mi ero informata per la xilografia, ma il primo laboratorio era a novembre, un po' troppo in là per me...
E' che ci sono molto più spesso laboratori per acquaforte e simili, ma evidentemente qui interessano di più queste tecniche "Exotic" than the print array of traditional wood, too bad!

I come back from going over the park ...


... and under the same overpass.
This is the local sewer.
In a way station, a poster of Keio (the train line I'm using).
map outside the station when I go to my second destination. These maps have learned to my cost that can be both useful and misleading, since they are not always oriented to the north, but depending on where you are at that moment.
Following the road for the next museum, I find two other manholes very beautiful.



Unfortunately I chose to come to the museum in memory of Mushakoji Saneatsu (but it is convenient to Machida, we are always in the area west of Tokyo) just a moment between two exhibitions , so I can not see all the rooms, which are under construction.
I see the library, video room (where you can serve various types of hot tea or cold, depending on your taste), and the studio, where they hung, however, some originals. I do not like it all this man has done everything but some things are a simple exemplary.
The museum is still small (seen on the site these rooms seemed huge!) But very well done, and there is a small park nearby, where the irises are still blooming.
Returning to the station, bear this meeting.
Where I photographed the poster with the elephant I bought three new ghosts, because the ones I had brought from Italy by dint of walking are all punctured! (Well, that happens very often here of having to remove shoes, even in the shops or museums ...)
And this is my favorite brand of canned coffee! Not that I have tasted them all but the first one I tried and it remains as good as the first to be surprised, I was really me, I tasted for the first time after the walk under the red bulls in Kyoto, by necessity, that I really needed a coffee after a night bus and two and a half hours of walking.
At Koyasan, where it was cool, I found it too hot, here in Tokyo now all the machines only give the cold, like all other drinks (obviously there is a seasonal change, which makes me think that also always find something warm in winter should be a great comfort ...).
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6月5日

At 5 am I can see this landscape from the window of the bus.
After a couple of hours we arrived at Tokyo Station, but from there we still need about forty minutes before coming here to Uehara. I weigh more than those that the whole trip. I brought this

Omiyage (souvenirs) to Miyajima, a Dolcino filling typical of the area, shaped like a maple leaf.
Step process the case in the day, bathing and laundry, fix and fix all the leaflets and brochures that I took.
I slept on the bus, so I do not sleep, but even if I do not want to admit they are still a bit 'tired and emotional from the point of view has been a challenging journey.
I also feel a bit 'strange to find myself in a city like Tokyo after the places I've been lucky enough to visit, I'll have to get accustomed to the metropolis.
But despite all this, I'm really happy.
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6月4日　・　Miyajima, Hiroshima

At around 6 we landed the station in Hiroshima.
I slept like a log! I greet the couple Roman-Mexican (I forgot to say, she is Mexican) and I go back to the station bathroom, where I prepare a stock exchange and a condensed version, I leave here today backpack in a locker.
take a train, and arrive at the port where ferries depart for Miyajima, a place I always want to see.
From a distance you can see the bulls on the red sea.
the 7:40 am and I stand here before. I do not even seem real!
In this island there are the deer.



By visiting the shrine . At the entrance there are times of the tides, the water is low now but should get up around noon.





There is also a theater No , with the ubiquitous pine painted backdrop.


I leave the shrine and a few steps from the village street.

From Omoto park begins the path that leads up to the highest point of the island, 10 miles round trip, which is my plan for this morning.


E 'in the woods early and still dark. Walking without a backpack is really a walk, I feel very light.







Shortly before reaching the first peak, a deviation leads to this cave.

And shortly after arrival at first point where you open the landscape is so beautiful I want to scream.



And here's the top of Komagabayashi, we are on the 500 meters in height.

This for me is just the kind of landscape or novel Salgado Corto Maltese.

get off this top and head for the mountain Misena the island's highest mountain, 535 meters.
's around 10, it took me an hour and a half to rise, and is already hot. I stop for a moment here and I see a cool move, everything quiet, a small Tanuki .
Here was the gateway to the temple which is near the top of the mountain Misena probably swept away by some storm.

I found the first of the halls of the temple. But before you visit, go to the top.

I arrived. Here is a little 'people, not a lot because è comunque ancora presto, arrivata con la funivia.



C'è anche una piattaforma panoramica in cemento armato che mi sembra un insulto alla bellezza di questo posto.
Non ci salgo e comincio a scendere verso il tempio.

In questo padiglione c'è un fuoco sempre acceso sotto un pentolone d'acqua. Si dice che questo fuoco sia stato acceso da Kobo Daishi e da allora non sia mai stato lasciato spegnersi. Si dice anche che bere quest'acqua, leggermente affumicata, faccia benissimo alla salute, fatto sta che a me non riesce spostare neanche di un millimetro the lid of solid wood.
explore the small trails around there.
This is another way to reach the summit.



When I come back, two men are drinking water, one holds up the cover (with obvious effort) and the other for the mixes that are both in the coupes there for this, please do not ask him if he would fill one for me, a thousand thanks, and I finally get to drink the famous water.
to go down a different path than that for which I got, I headed to another park, the Momiji-dani.
Even without a backpack, this descent of the steps is the coup de grace for my legs!






Here I come to the park. I stop to snack.

This is the last cookie of Koyasan, I wanted to photograph it but unfortunately it all crumbled in the bag.
down to the village through the park.
I find this map painted that shows the way I did.
now has one, is very hot, and also with the parasol open I can not stop sweating. I absolutely must find a place to cool.

I find in this building in front of the pagoda, the Senjokaku, a temple never completed.
It 's a huge building, and it is wonderful, looking up you can see the intersections of the beams to the roof, and those drawn between a column and the other is supported a variety of decorative panels of wood always , from the oldest to the most recent, most horse theme.


Overlooking you can see the panorama from the Itsukushima temple to the mountains where I was earlier.















I'm in here a lot, 'something that mi passi la reazione del sudore. Non sono la sola che ha avuto quest'idea, ci sono diverse persone sedute qui al fresco, e c'è una coppia con un bimbo che gattona tutto felice sul pavimento di legno (ovviamente anche qui ci si toglie le scarpe prima di entrare).
Esco dall'edificio che è ancora caldissimo, ma piano piano devo cominciare a rientrare verso la città, prima di visitare il centro di Hiroshima devo tornare fino alla stazione per fare il biglietto dell'autobus per stasera, che stamattina alle 6 la biglietteria era ancora chiusa.

Ma prima di andarmene mi prendo un Ichigori , praticamente un blocco di ghiaccio e fragole che viene triturato in forma di granita, served with cream sauce and strawberry syrup. Goduria genuine.

Meanwhile, the tide is up, I stop for a moment to eat my granite front of this fantastic view.
It takes advantage of a deer to come and see if you find something good in my bag ...
now is full of tourists.


allotment and greet the island by ferry. While walking on the mountains I found a ticket on the floor of the tram has lost someone that day, so instead of taking the train from the port this time I take the tram, which is slower but more interesting because it goes right to the center the city.
Without warning I pass by I see also Genbaku Domu .
arrival to the station, and again I wash my gear in the bathroom, I'm a ticket for tonight, remit the pack in the cupboard and go back to visit the park memory.

This is the monument to Sadako , the protagonist of the book "The great sun of Hiroshima" , which so shocked me when I read it in middle school.

Here, anyone can leave their own free paper cranes. Many are the work of children of the schools then came here to take them on outings.


Here are collected the names of all the known victims of the bomb, both the immediate and those in subsequent years. Through the monument you see the flame of peace, which was lit from the fire of the temple where I was this morning.

here before I was stopped by some people, I'm a man and three women, who ask me in English if I have time to talk a bit 'with them. The Lord tells me that it's their boss, who is teaching English and who have come here today to make conversation.
I explain that I am Italian, and then perhaps my English is not so useful.
are usually very annoyed when (I must say that I still really happened rarely, sometimes you can count on your fingers), I turn in English, sorry, I did 10,000 km to speak Japanese!
But this group is too nice, the ladies try to say the phrases in the books (it seems my group of ladies who are learning English ...), then when they realize that I speak Japanese, from then on the conversation performs well, with the teacher who tries rather unsuccessfully to bring them back to their goal.
In the end, I do not have much time and I greet them, then a woman pulled from the bag that had a little thought prepared for those who had stopped to talk with them a postcard with postage stamp of Miyajima and Hiroshima, with another piece of paper with all this in English.
I am moved and I also feel a bit 'guilty because I do not believe to be his was very helpful, and I tell him, but they are happy and so am I..
We exchange e-mails and greeting them with a "Have fun studying Inglese" which causes an explosion of laughter.

Vado timidly towards the Museum, a place that I feel obliged to see and at the same time I am afraid, because I know that spares no horror. But it's almost closing time and the person at me from getting discouraged, which is half an hour too little.

so relieved I still walk in the park, and I find myself in front of the Memorial Hall .
Here the guard at the entrance sign but it makes me to approach and enter, even if it is closing. In fact 10 minutes is more than enough.
Before you go down a corridor in a spiral, to find himself the center of a circular room where the wall is rebuilt the view of Hiroshima after the bombing as seen from its epicenter.
The view is a mosaic made of many pieces as there are casualties.
In the next room are projected onto a wall, their photos, a thousand at a time, and it is unsettling to be confronted with the faces of these people. And last
stanza vengono proiettati i ricordi dei sopravvissuti, sono state raccolte le loro voci e sono stati fatti disegnare, questi disegni un po' crudi ma vividi e efficaci con la storia raccontata in sottofondo (tutto sottotitolato in inglese) sono semplicemente sconvolgenti.
C'è anche una biblioteca/videoteca in questo edificio dove tutti questi materiali raccolti sono liberamente consultabili.

Esco notevolemente turbata e mi faccio una passeggiata nelle strade lì intorno.
Lasciato il parco, Hiroshima è una città gioiosa e viva, le persone simpatiche e aperte, si respira un'atmosfera molto piacevole, mi spiace di andarmene subito stasera.
Ci sono tantissime ragazze vestiste con lo Yukata, quando through the crossings in groups of 4 or 5 seem to butterflies.

My bus leaves at 8, as the tram is very slow in time I head to the station, certain that I will find something to eat around there. In fact, building the station there is a entire floor of restaurants, and all crowded (good sign!) Is everything, but I eat what I want is the okonomiyaki in Hiroshima. I find the right restaurant , the lady is very kind, I sit on the bench, so I can see the preparation before my eyes, and I shall have an okonomiyaki with soba without meat. Fantastic!

I leave the restaurant just in time to withdraw my backpack from the cabinet (which seems incredibly light tonight!) and take my seat on the bus to Tokyo, the trip is over.
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