‘I actually think this might be better than the Natural History Museum in London’ . . . direct quote from my long suffering partner in crime who I drag around every museum going.
The world of Ghibli is just magical. Studio Ghibli creates incredible animations; it’s like Disney, but more in touch with nature and often a bit darker . . . and I love it! The Ghibli Museum has therefore been on my bucket list for a long time and there was no chance I was going to Tokyo and missing it.
If I’d left my heart in Tokyo, it wouldn’t have been down by the river (don’t you know) . . . it would have been here.
I just really don’t like beer (sorry), but I do like museums. My partner in crime, loves beer but is probably sick of museum by now . . . this place was like the perfect compromise, and turned out to work surprisingly well in my favour as this museum received an “it’s pretty good here isn’t it” seal of approval.
It’s a tricky one to find without google maps as it’s on the 5th floor of an unassuming tower block; not where you expect to find a museum, but I guess kites traditionally hang out fairly high up.
Set in beautiful grounds that were dripping with cherry blossom, the Tokyo National Museum is a sprawling mass of culture. It boasts a collection of around 116,000 objects including 88 National Treasures and 634 Important Cultural Properties (as of March 2017). The regular galleries display 3,000 of these works at any one time . . . a formula for cultural overload and happy museum exhaustion.
What’s the first thing you do in order to combat the dreaded jet lag having being awake approximately 20 hours on your journey over to Tokyo . . . well personally I’d recommend a trip to the local parasite museum. Sadly this recommendation would only work in Tokyo, since Meguro Parasitological Museum claims to be the only establishment in the world entirely devoted to these clingy critters.
I love receiving letters. In a world of instant communication there is something dramatically gratifying about being able to attach a stamped picture of the queens head to a piece of paper and it seemingly magically still makes its way to the desired destination. I had never heard of the Bath Postal Museum, but I thought ‘well why not’ and popped in; what a gem.
The Roman Bath have long been on my list of ‘things I have to go and see’ – it’s a formidable list. But I’ve been staring longingly at glossy magazine style images of the green-turquoise waters for too long so I took the plunge (no I didn’t fall in).
Down a side street in Bath is a terraced house, which looks pretty plain and much like the other houses in its row. But it’s a bit more special because it was in this house that William Herschel and his sister lived and in 1781 from the garden of this house, he discovered the planet Uranus.