In Tokyo we stay in the fashionable Shibuya district, at the Tokyu
Excel Hotel, a block away from the Shibuya train station, where we get our JR
train tickets for all the pieces of our trip: Tokyo to Takayama by way of
Nagano. Takayama to Nagano to Kyoto. Kyoto to Himeji. A day
trip to Hiroshima. Himeji to Osaka. While KC works out all the
tickets with the patient young clerk at JR, I stand outside the station,
watching the office workers and schoolchildren pour in and out of the station
and across the busy square in front. The children in their school
uniforms are as young as five and six – traveling alone in the big city.
I watch a boy no more than six as he slogs along alone, slaps his pass against
the sensor at the turnstile, hikes the strap of his backpack up his shoulder,
and heaves a sigh as he makes his way for the train. Another long day at
the office.
The
Meiji Shrine, in the middle of this city of 13 million people, is an oasis of
woods and broad gravel paths and elegantly simple wooden buildings. Mina,
our cheerful tour guide, teaches us how to enter a Shinto shrine and to offer
our prayers. At a sheltered trough of cool water we take up one of the
long-handled ladles and dip a cup of water, first rinsing our left hand, then
our right. Then we pour a bit of water into our left hand and slurp some
into our mouth to rinse that, too. Then we dip another cupful and raise
it up to let the water spill down the long handle to make it ready for the next
person to use. Inside, at the front of the shrine itself, is a long box
with slats across the opening at the top. The girls each toss a coin in
through the slats, bow twice, clap their hands twice to get the attention of
the gods, hold their hands together as they offer a silent wish, then bow once
more. They don’t believe that this ritual will make their wish come true,
but they also believe it will not work if they say their wish out loud.
The large wooden columns just in front of the coin box are pitted from the
countless coins that are thrown toward the box on the important holidays, when
the main square inside the shrine is jammed to capacity. To the left of
the box a Shinto priest sits in a small booth, waiting to sell a variety of
charms. On the right is a place where you can buy a small wooden shingle,
on which you can write your missive to the gods, before hanging the shingle on
a great peg board with all the others that have been left. When the board
gets full, the Shinto priests put all the shingles in a pile and burn them,
releasing their messages to the sky. The prayer offered most often here
in these times is not to find love or have health or live a long and happy
life. It is to pass the university entrance exams.
In
the Asakura neighborhood of Tokyo we see the Hozo-Mon Gate and the Asakusa
Kannon Temple, where you also can throw your coins in the box and buy charms
from the local priests, but where, for 100 yen, you also can buy a fortune,
which you receive buy picking up and shaking a metal box, and pulling out one
of the wooden sticks inside, each of which has a number. Then, at the
wall of small, wooden drawers, you open the drawer with your number, and pick
out the top sheet of paper, which has your fortune. Mina, our cheerful
tour guide, explains the process but discourages us from trying it because the
percentage of negative fortunes is too high. But she also explains that
while you can take your good fortune with you, you also can leave a bad fortune
behind. Rachel confidently asserts that she wants to do it, and so she
pops a hundred yen into the offering box, shakes the metal can, and pulls out
her wooden stick. Mina reads the number for us and points us, with a
genuine nervousness, to the wooden drawer. Rachel pulls out the sheet of
paper, which contains the best of fortunes. Mina is delighted. We
are, too. And not surprised in the least.
We visit the Imperial Palace, where the Emperor and his family live, and which
used to be the castle of the Shoguns. Like the Meiji Shrine, this is one
of the major sites inExcept that you don’t really get to see the Imperial
Palace. You get to see the moat and the walls and the main gate, which
are impressive. The Palace itself remains hidden behind all of this and
the trees.
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