Andrew Jefford

G PLKGSURK POSTPOTKD can be a pleasure intensified. I finally reached Japan the week before I write this column, after dreaming of the place for decades. The cherries were in flower. Their clouds of white, exploding like magicians’ handkerchiefs, lit spotless Tokyo by day and night alike. G notice in the island park near where I stayed (Hama-rikyu Mardens) implored visitors who had come to see