Nagashi hina

This morning I woke up to the sound if those clogs, so it wasn’t so quaint when it wakes me up. I slept a little longer then got up and dressed to walk around. At 10:30 there is a festival called nagashibina in which hina dolls are released into the river with prayers on them. As I returned to the ryokan for a pit stop, the old woman said, won’t you put a doll in the river too? And handed me the floating doll late where I could write a message.

Eight on time, the festival started with a Buddhist prayer and girls dressed in kimono to release the first basket of dolls. Then the long line began with individuals dropping their own plates in.