Though barely able to contain two slices of English muffin, in Japan this toaster oven apparently qualifies as “jumbo.”
We rode our Rocketbikes back through the gathering twilight. One final shrine we visited along the way. Rust-borne, eroding. The abode of an Aragami, a powerful spirit of vengeance.
I tell ya, nothing beats biking down a car-free road with friends. And the roads in Japan, unlike the choppy, litter-filled crap we endure in the States, are in all places smooth, clean, and perfectly maintained. Riding a bicycle upon them is a glory.
After a day at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum and Park, Hisachan and I walked around for a bit in the evening, where holiday displays set in neon lights glowed upon the avenues.
After our day at the castle, The Princess and I set out for downtown Hiroshima. On the way, we passed by the local shrine dedicated to Inari, its miniature torii gates aglow with the light of a dozen lanterns.
This particular shrine, called Gokoku Jinja, has no specific Kami, but rather commemorates those who perished in the wars of Japan’s past, up to and including the victims of the atomic bombs. A place to honor former lives.