A little Japonisme for a Friday.
We found ourselves in Nikko in spring and although the sakura blossomed early around Tokyo, the cooler mountain climes defied the unseasonable rush to summer to give us a wonderful display. There in the crisp air, little hillocks of remaining snow sparkled in sunlight unencumbered by the smog of the megalopolis. A pensive zephyr tenderly caressed the flowers bursting forth from their winter prison.
We could have stayed longer had not a pack of monkeys, attracted by our steaming nikuman, terrorised the party who ran screaming to the coach for fear of catching rabies.