I know there must be a connection that can be made between the fragile situation in Japan and these precarious, lantern-covered wooden floats that lumber through the streets, pushed and pulled by a community, urged on by the chants and music from those too small to help.
But what do I know? We ooh, and ahh, and are happy to be at our first matsuri in a new Japan.
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