
EAST ASIA
Japan
Four cities, one long lesson in care, craft, and quiet.
Japan is, in many ways, the country that taught me how I want to travel: attentively, respectfully, with an eye for the small perfect thing. We built our trip around four very different cities and let the trains stitch them together.
If you take one idea from us, let it be this — buy the rail pass, pack light, and let the country's astonishing public transit carry you. We never once wished for a car.
Kyoto asks for early mornings. We walked the temple paths before breakfast, when the light is soft and the gravel gardens are still being raked. By mid-morning the famous sites fill, so we used the afternoons for smaller neighborhood temples and long, unhurried meals.
Nagasaki surprised us — a port city of hills and harbors with a layered, international history. The Peace Park is a profound and necessary visit. We left more thoughtful than we arrived, which is, I think, the point of going.
We brought our son to Hiroshima deliberately. The Peace Memorial Museum is difficult and important, and we are glad we did not shield him from it. Afterward we took the ferry to Miyajima and let the sea air and the deer return some lightness to the day.
We saved Tokyo for last, and it was the perfect crescendo. We oriented ourselves by train lines and neighborhoods rather than a checklist — an afternoon in old Yanaka, an evening among the lights of Shinjuku. The city is enormous and somehow never overwhelming.
Eat at counters. Some of our happiest meals were eaten elbow-to-elbow at tiny eight-seat restaurants where the chef cooks an arm's length away. Department store food halls are a wonderful, low-stakes way to graze.