Tokyo in Cherry Blossom Season

Chidorigafuchi takes its name from the shape of the walls that hold it: chidori, the plover, a bird the fortifications are said to trace when the moat is seen from above. It was dug to keep the public at a distance from Edo Castle, and for more than two centuries it did exactly that. Cherry trees came only once the castle's original purpose had passed. The British diplomat Ernest Satow planted the first of them in 1881, along the stretch that then faced his own embassy, and the great mass of trees now crowding both banks was set out during the reconstruction that followed the Second World War. The 700 metre path along the moat's public side draws some of the heaviest spring footfall in the capital, and the rowboats that cross it, rented from March through November, turn the water itself into a vantage point rather than a backdrop.

Kitanomaru Park continues the same palace ground to the north, its older trees and open lawns giving the crowds around the moat somewhere quieter to spread into. Yasukuni Shrine stands just beyond it, and within the shrine's precincts grows the tree the Japan Meteorological Agency uses as Tokyo's official benchmark, the single tree whose first five or six open flowers set the date the whole city is said to have reached first bloom.

Around Kudan, where the shrine's approach meets the moat road, the ground shifts constantly between level, wall, water and tree, and the flower draws the eye along that old defensive geometry rather than softening it.

The Sumida River holds a longer civic memory than the palace moats. Tokugawa Ietsuna, the fourth shogun, first ordered cherry trees planted along its banks, giving Edo's townspeople somewhere to gather while binding the flood-prone banks with roots the city could not otherwise afford. His successor, Tokugawa Yoshimune, added roughly a hundred more during his reign, 1716 to 1745, and the row that follows the river today, running close to a kilometre between Azumabashi and Sakurabashi, descends directly from that eighteenth century planting. Tokyo Skytree now rises from the river's eastern bank, close enough to old Asakusa that the tower shows above the blossom lining Sumida Park as plainly as it shows above the shopping streets beneath it.

The Meguro River gives the same idea a tighter, more contemporary frame. Close to eight hundred Somei Yoshino line about four kilometres of its banks through Nakameguro, branches meeting overhead above water edged by cafes, small shops and the sound of trains. For roughly two weeks from the day the local blossom opens, usually the last weekend of March, paper lanterns called bonbori hang the length of the river, paid for individually by nearby shops and residents who each choose the message on their own lantern. A whole corridor of light gets built this way, one small paid tribute at a time.

Ueno Park carries the oldest cherry blossom history of any ground in the city. Its site was once the precinct of Kan'ei-ji, and the priest Tenkai, who founded the temple, had cherry trees transplanted there from Yoshino in the early seventeenth century, carrying that mountain's bloom into the shogun's own capital. The temple's fortunes fell after the Boshin War of 1868, and the old temple ground reopened to the public in 1873, among the first public parks in Japan. More than 1,200 cherry trees grow there now, above Shinobazu Pond and the museum lawns that have replaced most of the temple buildings, and Ueno remains close to what Tenkai first made it: Tokyo's most public spring, open to whoever walks in.

Two cemeteries carry the flower in a different key. Aoyama's grounds opened as Japan's first public cemetery in 1874, and the central avenue running almost 800 metres through it is lined by more than 230 cherry trees, chiefly Somei Yoshino, with yaezakura and shidarezakura mixed among them. Office workers cut through at lunchtime. Photographers set up as the light turns gold. Nobody treats the setting as sombre; the avenue simply happens to run through a cemetery, the way a well-planted street elsewhere happens to run past shops.

Yanaka, in the city's old northeast, keeps its own version quieter.

Yanaka's cemetery was cut from the grounds of the old Tennō-ji temple in the early 1870s, around the same period as Aoyama's, and its central avenue, Sakura-dori, runs about 300 metres beneath a lower, denser canopy. Cats live along its paths in numbers a visitor soon stops counting. Temple remnants and a scattering of Jizō statues, left from the Kan'ei-ji lands that once reached this far north, stand among the graves, and the whole quarter carries an older, less finished version of Tokyo than the boulevards further south.

Shinjuku Gyoen answers a different question: not where the flower gathers thickest, but how long the season itself can last. Close to a thousand cherry trees, across close to seventy varieties, are set out so the bloom moves through the garden in relay rather than arriving all at once. Kanzakura opens as early as February. The roughly 300 Somei Yoshino at the garden's centre carry the main event through late March and into April. Ichiyo and Kanzan follow into mid-April, and the pale Baigoji juzukakezakura may still be holding its flowers into the month's final week, long after the rivers have turned green.

Rikugien closes the list with something closer to architecture than avenue. Built between 1695 and 1702 by Yanagisawa Yoshiyasu, a close aide to the fifth shogun, it stands with Koishikawa Kōrakuen as one of the two great strolling gardens of Edo, its ponds and hills arranged to recreate scenes from classical waka poetry rather than to hold the largest possible crowd. Near its entrance grows a single shidarezakura, a weeping cherry whose falling branches read as a built form as much as a living one, and lit after dark it stands against the garden's hill in a shape no riverside avenue can match.

Tokyo's great lawns are where the city sits down. Ueno fills from early morning with company groups on blue tarpaulins, one junior colleague sent ahead first thing to hold the ground. Yoyogi Park, beside the forest of Meiji Jingu, has some six hundred cherry trees over lawns wide enough for the crowd to thin out, and it is there that The Classic Cherry Blossom Tour of Japan lays its own rugs for a picnic beneath the Somei Yoshino on its first days in the city, the canopy turning the light itself pale pink.

Shinjuku Gyoen keeps a stricter order: a garden with an entrance fee and closing hours, and no alcohol allowed on its lawns, which makes it the quietest of the great hanami grounds and the best for a long, slow walk among varieties a guest will not see together anywhere else in the city.

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Edo watched its cherry blossom from the river, and the yakatabune, the roofed pleasure boat with its paper lanterns along the eaves, still carries that habit into the present. A boat taken for a party alone leaves from the old landing stages near Asakusa or Ryogoku as the light goes, dinner served on tatami as it drifts past the lit banks of Sumida Park and under the bridges, Skytree standing over the blossom on one side and the lamps of the city on the other. The smaller boats at Chidorigafuchi give the same view in miniature, the oar dipping under branches that touch the water.

Night gives the flower a second surface to work with. Lanterns along the rivers, floodlights angled up into the palace trees, the ordinary glow of office windows and station platforms turn the bloom into something closer to stage lighting than daylight ever allows, and a city that already knows how to hold artificial light simply extends what it does every other night of the year.

At Chidorigafuchi after dark, the moat's floodlit trees throw a second, brighter canopy down onto water already black, and the towers behind them settle into skyline rather than backdrop. At Nakameguro, the bonbori along the Meguro River turn the whole tunnel of blossom the colour of the paper itself, a corridor of pink and gold repeated a second time in the water beneath it.

Ueno's evening belongs to conversation rather than spectacle. Once the museums close, the benches under its canopy fill with the kind of ordinary sociability the park has hosted since Tenkai's first trees went into the ground: colleagues finishing the working day together, older residents watching the light go, all of it happening beneath cherry trees that drew crowds in the Edo period and draw them still.

The moat is the address. The hotel where The Classic Cherry Blossom Tour of Japan begins stands where the moat of the Imperial Palace bends past Wadakura, its rooms turned to the old stone walls and the trees of the palace grounds, and the moat path at its door is the start of a morning walk round the palace walls to the East Gardens and on to Chidorigafuchi. Another looks down on the same palace from the top of a tower in Otemachi. In Toranomon, a third keeps its gardens around a museum of art, a few minutes by car from the moats and from the avenue in Aoyama.

For a party that wants the blossom privately, on dates of its own, Essential Japan in The Private Collection gives Tokyo three nights at Nihonbashi before the Green Car to Kyoto.

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Tokyo declines to slow down for its cherry blossom. The trains keep running beneath the trees at Chidorigafuchi, the shops beside the Meguro River stay open past the lantern light, and the towers behind the city's most photographed views hold their ground rather than stepping back for the season. That refusal is what makes the flower register here as it does nowhere else in Japan: a few weeks in which Tokyo's oldest water, its rivers, its cemeteries and its gardens rise back to the surface of a place that spends the rest of the year looking only forward.

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