09/04/10 Fri: Ghibli Museum, Mitaka.
The morning starts with a huge FAIL of the imperial gardens closed (the curse), we console with the statue of Godzilla (yes they have done a small model Hachiko statue just outside the Imperial Palace) where we have photos and various nonsense. Then we go through a more Western-style garden, where there were several statues of emperors and samurai on horses all wavy-haired violent remarkable, then we feel the need to come back from Tokyo Hands because it is the only place, besides the observation towers , with postcards (perhaps in Japan does not go far). Again we are delighted by the fantastic one thousand units (there is everything), I avoid that for graphics designers, and for reasons of pride, and go directly to plunder the few cards left, all very photoschoppate and quite sad, but there was great choice!
To avoid cane our opening times for the museum take the train to Mitaka Ghibli pretty soon, when we fortunately since the station has reported the museum, which even has a custom bus to get there, but being a little distance and We arrived well in advance and we prefer to let us walk on the avenue lined with cherry trees and creek. It 'definitely una zona tranquilla di Tokyo, ci sono molte casette singole e a schiera, somiglia più a certi quartieri residenziali che abbiamo visto a Kyoto, che a quello che abbiamo visto a Tokyo fin’ora. Nel tragitto incontriamo una coppia che soggiorna nella nostra stessa Ryokan e ci assicura che la strada è giusta e che il museo è stupendo (tra l’altro loro la prenotazione l’han fatta lì per lì nel Lawson accanto al museo..). Una volta arrivati, ancora senza un pranzo sullo stomaco, al posto di buttarci nel solito combini, andiamo in un combini artigianale, dove acquistiamo cibo bento. Perfettamente puntuali entriamo nel museo, in cui purtroppo è vietatissimo fare foto (quindi a parte qualche foto alla struttura esterna, non find another album in that sooner or later will upload). In the case change our reservation with the ticket and a ticket there dan-frame to be used in the small cinema museum, which is transmitted every fifteen minutes a short novel of Miyazaki. The museum is not very large, comprising the ground floor and two upper floors, with a few rooms in reality because the great central hall has floor to ceiling height. The museum is for children, there are bathrooms everywhere, gurgling little doors and small scales, and also in the room to see things are at their height, and very often we bow. One room is dedicated to "My Neighbor Totoro", there are mechanical constructions that reproduce the movements of the characters in the movie, mini theaters where using overlapping panels were reconstructed scenes, a lot of interactive things where you turn a crank or operate some mechanism. A huge chest of Miyazaki's filmography presented chronologically, and the center of a glass of room under there all the envelopes containing scripts and sketches for the construction (dealing with an area of \u200b\u200bat least 3 feet by 4). Another room, modeled after that of Totoro, Ponyo on the cliff is dedicated to and contains the model of a whale ride a pony. Upstairs, in addition to the opening on the roof and a ladder to get on the roof, where iron is this sculpture of a robot, there a room-nursery where children can play in the immense cat-bus (the movie Totoro) Plush, filled the inside with plastic pellets (because we could not get in? Perchèèè piccinaaa want to go back). In the middle floor in addition to the wonderful gadgets and ultra-stocked shop called "Mama help", was the greatest thing in the museum (along with the short film): the reproduction of the study design Miyazaki. All books, documentation, sketches, a desk full of all kinds of colors, from pencils to chalk drawings of landscapes hanging, stunning, even by those little sketches I realized what I had already suspected, namely that Miyazaki has a gift, thanks to the lines and colors to make magic every little shot. I open here a brief introduction: I am one that moves a lot, there are films that made me get tons of tears, but those of Miyazaki, I refer in particular to the enchanted city, but generally I can extend it in all his films, I move the innermost fan I really cry a lot. Generally we have a protagonist who is young, a girl, and during the film as if it grew, or rather to maturity, what was the first hint of conscience, which later becomes a real maturity. Miyazaki says with extreme elegance and shows us the passage from light-heartedness and play to that of adulthood. The way to a bitter-sweet, and perhaps the thing that touches me inside, is the fact that so well describes the blissful naivety, tap into the real games, the colors. For example, if I fish in the memories of when I was little, I thought there was a much stronger and dazzling light, everything was more colorful than they are now. Maybe growing up is as if one did a process of internal saturation, I do not know. In Miyazaki's films but I see those colors, the light brighter, and I believe this is in addition to the story that triggers something inside me. To return to the speech museum, who from his childhood sketches, there's this filter, this magic touch. It will be talented will be a gift.
A dead heat with the room, a beautiful short film, which projected into a mini-room all decorated in style. It was not necessary to know Japanese, the short film was mostly onomatopoeic, and the other funny thing was that all the noise (such as wind, traffic, etc.) were played with verses of the voice. The main character, full futon and apples to move from the noisy and polluted city in the country (I admire the search continues despite the fact that the Japanese surround technology remain firmly in the inner relationship with nature) and where to cross fiumicciatoli fields must pledge to pay an apple to the various spirits. Seized by a sudden storm is rifugerà in a small house .. and here I will not spoil the ending for those who want to go see it. We go out and expect us to Rando for a stroll in the park next to the museum. They say that with the cherry blossom is the most beautiful park in Tokyo, and not hard to believe, with a huge lake in the middle (which is unfortunate for the couple a ride in a boat, because you leave!), The usual Jappe they do hanami, tempiuccio and some wooden bridges (which see those shins of carp), all petals carpet of fallen cherry. Fantastic and romantic. Finished around the park we do we bring to Rando in a small traditional restaurant, where three women are to eat in front of customers. We each ordered a different dish (I vegetable ramen) and tasted with pleasure. It 's time to greet the lucky (because he lives in Japan) and Rando friendly, and fall to prepare for the evening drive. The weariness in his face and burns caused by bike day in Kyoto of fans feel, and after some general we gone crazy and gotten them all to agree to Shibuya Station (Hachiko of course). Tonight was one of the other evenings in the making morning, and I stand up and Albe we have the brilliant idea of \u200b\u200bteenage fill the water bottle of sake (have the same color) and the drainage around. Definitely a great night, which omit data memories confused because sake.
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