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haiku. Cycling

vanishes echo of the bell of the temple
still the delicate fragrance of flowers;
by night.

A haiku of Basho, to include the description of our Easter Japanese, passed in Agreement with Christmas, for a walk in parks. It must be said that while Christmas is not that the parks are then all this splendor, this season offers the best of themselves.

And so, while 90% of Italian pasta and roast lamb nibbles, we were at Shinjuku Gyoen, a former emperor's garden and now beautiful public park in the heart of Tokyo station Shinjuku, the largest in Japan, it is just a stone's throw from here, and I believe that the land could easily be paid in mercedes per square meter.


And instead of building on these 58 acres of land, these Japanese prefer to keep the park! And how he's wrong? Watching them stand under the trees in bloom in practicing the 'hanami , that the contemplation of the flowers, you would not think they are the same that sformicheggiano at any time of day on the subway and the streets of Tokyo.


Nor are we done caught unprepared, and we hanami as I could. The only thing out of place in the park, strictly Japanese, was the part with the French garden, which goes like medlar with gorgonzola, but so is not a huge flaw.


Basically it was a early Easter Monday, with the only praiseworthy exception of the lack of stereo required to play music HUNZA HUNZA ball in the air. Not if they have felt the lack.

the next.