When we arrived in Asakusa, we hopped off the water bus and began our trek to the Senso-ji temple, home of the most visited Buddhist shrine in Tokyo. I had also heard from a friend, that Nakamise-dori street plays host to several booths and shops lining the area. She brought an adorable handbag to work made to look like denim jeans with round bamboo handles that I wanted to find. Shamefully, my pilgrimage to Asakusa had more to do with finding a purse than finding enlightenment.
We arrived at a red gate, marking the entrance to the shrine area. Two statues flanked either side of the gateway. We passed through the crowds and started down the long street that led to the actual temple. The covered marketplace featured stall after stall, chocked full of souvenirs, Yugi-oh cards, Power Rangers and clothes for dogs. The temptation to purchase doggie booties for our terrier overwhelmed me but my husband intervened and pointed me back toward our original destination.
As we neared the temple, we found a smaller shrine to the right of the street. Bright teal flags fluttered in the wind as we found ourselves moving away from the hubbub of the street market. We could smell the incense from quite a few yards away. As we walked toward the main temple, we came to a larger, impressive gateway, marking the main courtyard. To the left of the main walkway, a nondescript building turned out to be a visitor center of sorts that sold essentials for worship, such as incense and paper money.
As we entered the main courtyard, we saw a group of uniformed students basking in the smoke from an incense burner. Continuing down the path, we came to a water well, where worshipers could dip a ladle into the well and drink the blessed water. One woman enthusiastically rinsed her mouth in the well. After witnessing that, my husband cautioned that unless we did not have any reservations regarding hygiene, we should avoid doing the same.
As we climbed the steps to the shrine, the dizzying size of the structure overwhelmed me. A golden Buddha sat in the center of the shrine. One must to cross over the threshold to enter the building. Note, if one is not accustomed to the smell of incense, you may want to keep your distance. The fragrance nearly knocked me over so I retreated a few steps to observe from afar.
After visiting the Senso-ji, we ventured into some side alleys to find a souvenir for a friend. I found the handbag shop but instead of finding a bargain, I realized that the denim purses cost much more than I wanted to spend so I sadly passed them by.
It is easy to bypass traditional Japanese culture in ultra-modern Tokyo. However, for a good dose of heritage and religious observation, Asakusa delivers in abundance.