I’ve just returned from a whirlwind week in Tokyo and still have the sounds of giddy schoolgirls calling ‘kawaii!!’ at every turn and the glorious sight of the first sakura blossoms racing around in my head in a happy, exotic fusion of memories.
It is a remarkable country, full of strange and wonderful dichotomies I relish each time I visit; of proud, ancient traditions and of others so modern it at times feels like an alternate, futuristic reality. From the peaceful stillness of the Shinto shrines to the sensory overload of Shinjuku after dark; from the sounds of the shuffling of wooden shoes shoes down tiny, neat backstreets to the blaring beats of the latest J-Pop band at the Shibuya crossing; a flash of crimson as girls in traditional Kimonos scurry past a sea of men in identical black suits; from the sight of the first cherry blossoms sprouting in the parks and mountains to the glimpse of a perfect bonsai in the window of a home; from sumo wrestlers to the unashamed embracing of all things saccharine and cute.
Love, Miss B xx