The humidity is puffing my hair out. I’m starting to look like Marge Simpson. Summer is here with a vengeance. In Japan that means Yukatas, swimsuits, and watermelons. It’s time for festivals.
There are rarely locals artists pawning their wares at the vendor booths like what I would see in Texas. While I miss this, there are things here that I’d never see back home. There are a wide variety of summer festivals in Japan: firework types, paper lantern, basic, and dance.
My favorite is generally the dance.
Of the dance types, one of my top favorites is the Awa Odori, or “The Dance of Fools”.
They look anything but foolish. Continue reading