Satoshi and I had the good fortune that when we turned up in Asakusa to visit Tokyo's oldest temple, Senso-ji, spring festivities were in full swing.
Students of comparative religion will no doubt note the superficial similarities with the goings on here in La Antigua during Cuaresma (andas, drums, purple etc.) though these Japanese folk do seem to be having a lot more fun than your average devoto cargador.
The only drawback that Sunday was that the streets around the temple were so packed and we were so short of time before meeting some friends at Shibuya station, that I ended up having to come back the next day to visit the temple itself.
