Shukkeien Garden and Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum
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In the morning, we had a little breakfast of pastries in our hotel bathrobes. I also had a moshi ball and rice ball that I got from 7-11 the night before.
After breakfast, we check out and stored our luggage with the concierge and then walked to Shukkeien Garden. The garden was beautiful, with little paths that wound around ponds and trees. While we were there, it rained, so we huddled under some trees to stay dry. We noticed a beautiful Japanese girl in traditional dress having her photo taken by professional photographers. We thought they were wedding photos, but the guy in traditional dress wasn’t in most of the photos and just seemed to escort the girl. She also changed outfits. Then we noticed another couple and their entourage. We kept wandering the gardens, then noticed a third group.
That garden was very beautiful and peaceful and definitely worth the 250 Yen to enter. We walked back towards the hotel and on to Peace Park. We stopped at a little bakery for lunch and grabbed some pastries for the train ride home.
We walked past the A-Bomb dome again and over to a memorial for Sadako with thousands of little, colorful paper cranes.
The Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum was a little busy, but very cheap to enter. The main floor had lots of signs explaining the reasoning behind the bombing – but mostly geared towards why the U.S. chose Hiroshima and left out any involvement by Japan that might have warranted an attack. Granted, this was a horrific thing to have happen, but Japan wasn’t completely innocent during World War II. It was interesting to learn that there were 4 options for the bomb and at the specified date and time, Hiroshima was the one with the clear skies. Each of the 4 cities were chosen because they hadn’t received conventional bombing and so the effects of the first atomic bomb could be more completely understood.
It was just amazing to read the stories and see the artifacts. There were several stories by parents of how their children had survived the bomb, but later died at home. Tattered clothing, broken glasses, school bags. There really wasn’t much for gruesome photos showing the melted or blistered skin. But it was really amazing and really somber. Overall it was nicely done, but I wish there had been more artifacts.
Back into the rain, we hurried back to the hotel, grabbed our luggage and took a cab back to the train station. It was a gloomy ride back to Tokyo.