If there's one thing we do share aside from our love of eating, though, is our obsession with the weather. Nagoyans are thrilled to talk about the weather, and many fancy themselves armchair meteorologists, making educated predictions for the next few days or weeks. One of my students was confident that at this time of the year the weather fit a predictable pattern, which he had figured out: three days of bad weather, followed by two days of good weather, repeated until summer arrived, without fail.
The cherry-blossoms, having already come and gone, are really a wonderful example of Nagoya's attention to the minutiae of the changing seasons, and Hanami (the name which loosely ties together all the festivals and private drinking picnics which make up one's personal sakura season), feels like the first time I've seen Japan indulge in a period of familiar joie de vivre, however fleeting. From what I've gathered about Hanami, there is a definite expectation of celebration, public drinking and over-indulgence, but it's appropriate only as long as it's coupled with a poetic appreciation of the Sakura's simple elegance and a quiet contemplation of the transience of seasons, and by extension, youth and life. What this adds up to is massive collections of food tents placed around the most picturesque locations, each selling cheap beer and casting out nets of delicious smells in every direction. Fire-grilled squid, Takoyaki ( battered octopus balls), Yaki niku (grilled misc meats), Yakisoba, Okonomiyaki, fresh crepes, miso katsu, chicken nuggets, corn dogs, fries, freshly deepfried chips, fruit on a stick, chocolate bananas , etc etc etc etc etc.
Of course, taking pictures is popular and strongly encouraged, as it's an overt display of your appreciation of the beauty before you, but mostly friends and family set up blankets or sit in communal areas and chat over food and drink. The fleeting nature of the blossoms is imparted to the entirety of the festivities, which only last about two weeks, so the event has this liminal quality which makes it really special. People leave their pretences (and whatever they have to prove during business hours) in the big city. It's a really wonderful sight to be honest, and it's the most naked I've seen the city so far.
Bonus content for today: a short trip through Lucent Tower. Our skyscraping beacon next door, which also connects to the subway. Here's that trip.
Stroll through Lucent Tower