It was time to get back out there. Craig and I haven’t been the best tourists in our own town lately, but this weekend, we made it to the Nezu Shrine Azalea Festival and enjoyed a sunny afternoon of food and flowers.
I look forward to the opening of the azalea bushes every year. They seem to be all over Tokyo and, just like the cherry blossoms, they all seem to magically open on the same day. Our old street was lined with azalea bushes and I would wake up one morning, look out the window and see the whole road lined in bright pink. Thankfully, these guys stick around a lot longer than the sakura.
Festivals in Japan are never short on good food and this one at the Nezu Shrine (which is known for having a hillside covered in azalea bushes) was no exception. From sweet to savory, we tried anything that looked good and weren’t disappointed.