I arrived in Tokyo on a wet, slushy afternoon, but that didn’t keep me inside. I’d sat for the past couple of hours on a Shinkansen so headed to Koishikawa Korakuen Gardens close to where I stayed in Chiyoda-ku.
I spotted a dab of green on my map and took off, gripping my umbrella against the wind and rain. I wasn’t expecting much, but these were beautiful gardens with three separate ponds and two tiny rivers running through the verdant site.
The Plum trees were laden with fruit and the ground dotted with their yellow remains. I missed the weeping cherry tree when it was flowering, but it was still eye catching, reminding me of a well manicured bonsai work of art.