I had a freezing hanami (i.e. sakura-viewing) at Shinjuku Gyoen on Sunday. The weather wasn't cooperating but at least we didn't get rained on.
Sunday's hanami marked the fourth time we sat under the same sakura tree; that's right, four years in a row. But I was sad to find out that our beloved tree got some of its branches clipped sometime after last year's hanami. The tree used to be much denser with sakura flowers extending from the lower branches that had been chopped away mercilessly. (Ouch, it hurts me so.) Before, no one could see from outside the tree who was sitting under it and I liked it that way.
In any case I played my part of the happy bartender: many people who came got drunk because of my caipirinha. Fortunately my friend Edson was on scene to cure the drunkards by concocting Brazilian mate tea called chimarro with this funky device.
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