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April 11, 2007

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We had just enough time before our train to Kyoto to lock our bags in a locker at Tokyo Station and walk a few blocks over to the East Garden of the Imperial Palace. On the hill that is part of the foundation of the Shogun's original Edo Castle, we watched a small army of white-uniformed cleaning women -- maybe out for a team-building exercise. They're laughing, I said. And then, consumed by the samurai spirit of the place, I added, they're picturing what we're going to look like with our heads off.

Then Ellie and I laughed so hard our sides hurt.