The plan was to acquire some last minute gifts for family before hitting the airport. So after our very last organic Peninsula breakfast weirdness, we asked the concierge where to pick up a yukata in Ginza. The anwer was the neighborhood by Sensō-ji, so we added that to the Tokyo plan and off we went. Sadly, we taxied up and metro’ed back down…exactly backwards. (Just don’t even bother with the Ginza line which seems to have been built only for tourists.)
We arrived just as the stalls opened and found everything we were looking for at one stall! godzilla and the wave, red yukata, astro boy…the whole nine yards.
So that meant we had some time to wander the temple grounds before the crowds arrived. And arrive they did.
Romey played the fortune game. You’ll have to ask her about that.
And we witnessed part of a morning ceremony.
Of course the grounds and little gardens are the best part.
Romey and I traded photo taking with a french couple here at the very same spot where the kids and I were in 2019.
Well honey, the honeymoon is over.
Arigatō gozaimasu
