Sunday now and I head to Shinjuku via electrotrainmotion and decide to walk to Harajuku as walking is good. Harajuku is not far South of Shinjuku and I'm told all the bands play there. Heck, I might join in, you never know. I orientate via sun and Yamanote line and pootle up a dusty path, still looking for wildlife and ever so slightly squinting in the clear sunlight which clashes and sprays from the shimmering road. Sitting calmly amongst driveways and houses, I see this:
Do I enter? Damn right I enter. The ubiquitous and officious guard is here too. Is he here to stop me? Is this no-go-jin? He kicks up dust, moves out as if to greet me and turn me away, and then turns on his heel, shuffles back and avoids my eye.
breathe it in. I felt I could stay here and be quite content for the rest of the day. Here, nature was at rest, respected and left to relax. If there had been anywhere to sit, I might have stayed all day, but the path is the way and the way is the path.
a little way along the path and it breaks into a fork. A little left is my destination, but hard right is curious. I follow a throng of voices, clicks, and footsteps and find yet another torii.
I have stumbled on Meiji Jingū, a shrine completed in 1921, bombed during WWII and then rebuilt in 1958. Nestled in amongst the forest it felt good to be there. A wedding happened to be in session and so I followed the party around for a while. It was an amusing sight, a Vanity Fair photo shoot and a traditional ceremony gatecrashed by hoi paloi, all at once.
Do I enter? Damn right I enter. The ubiquitous and officious guard is here too. Is he here to stop me? Is this no-go-jin? He kicks up dust, moves out as if to greet me and turn me away, and then turns on his heel, shuffles back and avoids my eye.
breathe it in. I felt I could stay here and be quite content for the rest of the day. Here, nature was at rest, respected and left to relax. If there had been anywhere to sit, I might have stayed all day, but the path is the way and the way is the path.
a little way along the path and it breaks into a fork. A little left is my destination, but hard right is curious. I follow a throng of voices, clicks, and footsteps and find yet another torii.
I have stumbled on Meiji Jingū, a shrine completed in 1921, bombed during WWII and then rebuilt in 1958. Nestled in amongst the forest it felt good to be there. A wedding happened to be in session and so I followed the party around for a while. It was an amusing sight, a Vanity Fair photo shoot and a traditional ceremony gatecrashed by hoi paloi, all at once.
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