Miyajima, my love - Expats in Japan since 575 days
Monday, April 27, 2009
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Miyajima, my love 
our Top week spring holiday in Japan: the azaleas and wisteria are in bloom again, the weather is cool but binds to the beautiful, the "golden week" of the Japanese begins in a few days short, he must enjoy it! Destination the south coast of the main island of Honshu and the northern coast of Shikoku its small neighbor. Check Hiroshima, where we agree, me from Taipei where I was for the job, Delphine and children since Tokyo Easter holidays have just begun.
museum devoted to the atomic bomb is quite challenging for younger, but it is a necessary and edifying of the same caliber as that of Nagasaki
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manga "Barefoot Gen" . The dome of one building remained standing in the bomb deploys its skeleton scrap as a challenge to future generations: "never again"! For the rest, Hiroshima is a large Japanese city of over a million people without much interest, except to the delicious okonomiyaki Hiroshima brown sauce and sweet: Do not miss the building Økonomi-mura, which includes lots of small family establishments used exclusively for this hearty pancake on several floors. Then we walk to the ferry that connects the coast to the island of Miyajima. And there is enchantment! A little piece of paradise without cars or almost, just a few hotels and minshuku (inns) as the charming, where we stayed: the 'guesthouse Kikugawa. Everyone comes to admire the Itsukushima Shinto Shrine and its floating torii. We first discovered at low tide, when the basis of its six pillars orange sinks into the sand and the Japanese took the opportunity to pick up their shells with small rakes. We come back after dinner, when the day tourists are gone, and the tide is rising. The show is taking: a soft light illuminates the large torii shrine and curled at the bottom of the mountain, both bathed in wavelets and lined with lanterns. After a clever calculations, we find that the sanctuary will float on the water again tomorrow morning, including buildings the most entrenched in the bottom of the bay as the sober Noh theater and the big bridge which only went back rounded envoys the emperor. In short, any time of day or night, you never tire of it: got overcast, one grasps the big clouds against the dive under the torii and the next day in good weather, the last rays of the setting sun play hide and seek with the pillars.
Meanwhile, a trip up Mount Misen among monkeys and deer leave us some soreness in the calves after a good run of six hundred meters. But the bowls of udon (white noodles) served by grandpa smiling in the hut of the summit was worth the ride. We also really like the Daisho-in Buddhist temple, one of the few we've seen in Japan with prayer wheels, which declined on all modes of the seven gods of good fortune is unknown name qu'Ebisu, the god of fisherman and fish, but also fun to recognize the lady in the shamisen, the samurai and the old man lying in the skull. 
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