You are familiar with the statement, “Must be seen to be believed.” In the case of cherry blossom season, this is not an exaggeration. It is truly a take – your – breath – away experience to be ingested and savored.
The attachment the Japanese and I have to Sakura cannot be overemphasized. Weeks before the blossoms appear, forecasts appear, predicting when and where cherry blossom season will begin and spread across this island nation. The color pink appears in hankies and scarfs, cakes, drinks and candies. Artificial branches of pink cherry blossoms are hung in shopping arcades. Increasing numbers of kimono-wearing women appear on the street, adding to the sense of anticipation and sense of occasion.
You would be forgiven if you thought that it’s all overblown, or if you’ve seen it one time, you do not need to see it again. You’d only think that if you had never truly experienced it.
Sakura holds a unique place in the hearts and minds of the Japanese people. Much has been written about the centuries – long attraction of the blossoms to the Japanese. Now, 21st c. publicity and travel opportunities have contributed to an influx of tourists from many lands, poised to descend on the most famous places in Japan to view sakura. At times, in certain places, the crowds of people with camera phones become almost comical, if it weren’t so annoying. The masses of people can easily distract me from the magnificence of the trees in bloom.
Yesterday, as the blooms intensified across Kyoto, we sought to view the flowers in a quieter location. I wanted to be sure my family saw what all the fuss was about before they headed for Tokyo. At the suggestion of a Japanese friend, we took our family inside the gates of the former Imperial Palace. Continue reading “Must be Seen (again and again)”