<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27619345</id><updated>2011-09-17T22:39:33.916+09:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOON AND THE TURTLE</title><subtitle type='html'>In Japanese, to speak about two opposite things, one says "different as the moon and a turtle". France Would be a turtle if Japan was the moon...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marjete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27619345.post-114830984964483419</id><published>2006-05-22T23:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T07:55:53.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/1600/Japon%20371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman and her mother looking at pictures. Tokyo International Forum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27619345-114830984964483419?l=marjete-english.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/feeds/114830984964483419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27619345&amp;postID=114830984964483419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114830984964483419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114830984964483419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/2006/05/stripes.html' title='Stripes'/><author><name>Marjete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27619345.post-114730745644947764</id><published>2006-05-15T09:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:33:35.790+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nezu matsuri</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, i went to my first "matsuri". Matsuri are religious festivals (Shinto or Buddhist) which are very popular among Japanese people. During those matsuri, there are many things to do : you can pray, participate to religious rites, buy various food (taiyaki, takoyaki, yakisoba...), spend time with your family or friends, admire fireworks ... In short: well, you got it: matsuri are big celebrations organized around a temple or a shrine. Matsuri usually take place in summer. Last Friday, the weather was so hot, it was just like summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Nezu.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know, you can't see anything on this map... but it gives colors to my blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On Friday, it was Nezu shrine which organized its matsuri. Nezu is a very cute area in Tokyo, close to Ueno park. You can't see any skyscrapers there. On the contrary, there are very old typical wooden houses, small streets decorated with flowers. I really love this area. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20068.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is the crowd waiting to go to pray in front of the shrine. Even if it's called "Nezu shrine" (根津神社 = Nedzu jinja. 神社 = jinja means "shrine"), the shrine presents both elements of Buddhism and Shintoism, the two main religions in Japan. Can you see the swastikas, used as ornaments ? It was very shocking the first times, but i got used to it. Swastika is a Buddhist symbol which is very used in Japan. It's even used to indicate temples on maps. If you are interested, here is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swastika" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#80bf00;"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about svastika. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nezu matsuri is also famous thanks to his monkey leader. This monkey is actually very smart, he understands many different words and orders (get up, bow, jump, catch, raise your left hand, raise your right hand...) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20077.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 25px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 25px" align="justify"&gt;But at the same time, it's got those eyes, this very clever but empty look. It just looks so sad... This monkey, tied to this old rope, it feels as if one had tied our cousin and forced him to look like a clown. He's too smart to deserve this. It feels like it knows its life has absolutly no sense. The life of a slave who don't even hope anymore. I wonder what will happen to it when it gets too old to do its number...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 25px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 25px" align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe id="iefjxnx43bp87xp9xpga4d281d973d88pnpkouv4b" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; HEIGHT: 256px" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/blog/video/157936?key=efjxnx43bp87xp9xpga4d281d973d88pnpkouv4b" frameborder="0" width="320" scrolling="no" height="256"&gt;Dailymotion blogged video&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I hate it so much when animals are made to wear clothes. It looks so ridiculous and degrading !!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, kids loved the monkey's number. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The trainer is making a lot of money for sure: everybody (me and the children excepted) gave him 1000 yens (= 7 euros) at the end of the show. There even were 5000 yens notes ! &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Another attraction for kids during matsuri is a kind of fishing game. There is a pool filled with golden fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20116.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Children get a tiny net which is made of paper. The purpose is to catch as many fish as possible until the paper net tears open. At the end, the children receive the fish they caught. Dad and Mom are gonna be happy !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There was another pool where one could catch small water turtles and tadpoles. It's quite crual, isn't it? Especially for those turtles which spend their time trying to climb the pool edge to regain a footing for a moment. It seems to me that Japanese peope have great progress to do concerning animal rights. And i haven't even talked about whaling yet... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20137.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, the best for the end: during Nezu festival, i had the chance to listen to taiko. "Taiko" (太鼓 : 太 = tai = fat; 鼓 = ko = drum) is a generic word used to talk about all kinds of japanese drums. However, there are many sorts and sizes of drums. It is thought that those drums have been used for over 2000 years in Japan. They were used as soon as the 16th century on battlefields to intimidate the enemy, transmit messages to warriors and coordinate troops movements.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Taiko were also used during Shinto and Bbuddhist rites. During those rites, only one or two taiko played : ensembles were created much later. Only the men who had been chosen by priests were allowed to play. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20203.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contemporary taiko ensembles are called (組太鼓: 組 = kumi = association, assembly; 太鼓 = daiko = drum). They appeared at the beginning of the fifties only. Daihachi Oguchi, a jazz drummer is behind the new style used by kumi-daiko. Oguchi had decided to play taiko for the Osuwa shrine ceremonies but he made the rythms sound more jazzy. He wondered why only one or two taiko could play together and broke a tradition, creating the first taiko ensemble. Nowadays, taiko ensembles are very popular since there are over 8000 kumi-daiko in Japan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe id="iw8xnr3w6gy85ydzn6pdaw43ln1yar1msocxtxkap" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; HEIGHT: 256px" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/blog/video/160457?key=w8xnr3w6gy85ydzn6pdaw43ln1yar1msocxtxkap" frameborder="0" width="320" scrolling="no" height="256"&gt;Dailymotion blogged video&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Most musicians of the taiko ensemble i listened to were female teenagers. Those two kids excepted, there were only two boys for eight girls. And they rocked! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 25px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 25px" align="left"&gt;As you can see, they were very good. They were playing so fast ! They ponctuated the music with cries, jumps, small dances... And they seemed to have a lot of fun too : looking at each others and laughing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 25px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 25px" align="justify"&gt;And another video for the future big fans:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 25px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 25px" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe id="isg7iemq63vfpqn3t7onfob912mkztglrg2s0ow8s" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; HEIGHT: 256px" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/blog/video/162505?key=sg7iemq63vfpqn3t7onfob912mkztglrg2s0ow8s" frameborder="0" width="320" scrolling="no" height="256"&gt;Dailymotion blogged video&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The young audience was captivated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20162.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27619345-114730745644947764?l=marjete-english.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/feeds/114730745644947764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27619345&amp;postID=114730745644947764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114730745644947764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114730745644947764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/2006/05/nezu-matsuri.html' title='Nezu matsuri'/><author><name>Marjete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27619345.post-114739893399409916</id><published>2006-05-12T10:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:57:23.866+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey guys, guess where i'm going tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Sumo%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's written on the top right corner of my ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27619345-114739893399409916?l=marjete-english.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/feeds/114739893399409916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27619345&amp;postID=114739893399409916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114739893399409916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114739893399409916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?'/><author><name>Marjete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27619345.post-114735706988554898</id><published>2006-05-11T23:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:17:49.906+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan</title><content type='html'>Recently, in Japan, white skin got very in fashion. According to Japanese women, getting a tan is unhealthy and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Enoshima%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as a the sun appears, a lot of girls go out with an umbrella as a parasol to protect against UV rays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27619345-114735706988554898?l=marjete-english.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/feeds/114735706988554898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27619345&amp;postID=114735706988554898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114735706988554898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114735706988554898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/2006/05/tan.html' title='Tan'/><author><name>Marjete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27619345.post-114699561015120217</id><published>2006-05-07T18:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:09:33.863+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fonts</title><content type='html'>If you want to read my blog with the nice fonts I decided to use, you should download &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dafont.com/fr/big-log.font" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#80bf00;"&gt;big log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; font and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dafont.com/fr/brian-cary.font" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#80bf00;"&gt;brian cary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; font for free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27619345-114699561015120217?l=marjete-english.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/feeds/114699561015120217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27619345&amp;postID=114699561015120217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114699561015120217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114699561015120217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/2006/05/fonts.html' title='Fonts'/><author><name>Marjete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27619345.post-114691917583529131</id><published>2006-05-05T20:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:03:56.700+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Children s day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Japan, May 5 is called "kodomo no hi": children's day (子供の日 : 子供= kodomo = children; の日 = no hi = day). On this day, famillies pray for their children's happiness and good health. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the past, May 5 was called "tango no sekku" (端 = tan = first, 午 = go= horse, 節句 = seasonal festival ). It concerned the celebration of the first day of the horse month. During this celebration, people hung long tree leaves at their doorstep to protect their house against natural disasters. Villagers also participated to war games such as archery contests or horse races. It was an occasion for men to display their courage and viriliry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the Kamakura period (1192-1333), those games became obsolete but samurai families came to celebrate chevalrous spirit and, in a larger way, little boys who received a piece of armour as a symbol of their future courage on the battlefield.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's only in 1948 that "tango no sekku" was changed into children's day. However, since little girls already have their own celebration day on March 3 (called Hina Matsuri), May 5 is mainly a day when people pray for boys to become tall, strong, brave and determined.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20232.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the beginning of April, families who have a little boy hang carp-shaped flags on a post. Those flags are called koinobori (鯉のぼり. 鯉 = carp, のぼり = nobori = flag). An old tale tells the story of a brave carp who decided to swim up a river and reached the spring after having faced many difficulties. Gods who admired its courage transformed it in a dragon who flied the sky away. That's why today, carp represent courage and perseverance. You can see that koinobori have different colors : the black one represents the father; blue and red ones embody the children whereas the multicolored ribbons symbolise the river's tumult.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Little boys usually receive a very expensive miniature samurai helmet or a small armour which are displaye inside a special place in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, people also eat special pastries called kashiwa-mochi. They are mochi (rice flour cakes) filled with red beans or white miso (fermented soybean paste) and wrapped in an oak leaf. The leaf gives a fresh smell to the mochi which, i have to say, are quite insipid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27619345-114691917583529131?l=marjete-english.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/feeds/114691917583529131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27619345&amp;postID=114691917583529131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114691917583529131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114691917583529131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/2006/05/children-s-day.html' title='Children s day'/><author><name>Marjete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27619345.post-114690846073579397</id><published>2006-05-03T18:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T18:42:51.980+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shinjuku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/1600/Japon%20145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Japon%20145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the image that everyone has of Tokyo, isn't it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27619345-114690846073579397?l=marjete-english.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/feeds/114690846073579397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27619345&amp;postID=114690846073579397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114690846073579397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114690846073579397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/2006/05/shinjuku.html' title='Shinjuku'/><author><name>Marjete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27619345.post-114690830167651161</id><published>2006-05-01T18:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T18:38:58.183+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/1600/Enoshima%20481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Enoshima%20481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, according to my thermometer, it was 36°C (96.8°F) into the sunshine. Some got very tired because of the heat...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Enoshima%20095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27619345-114690830167651161?l=marjete-english.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/feeds/114690830167651161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27619345&amp;postID=114690830167651161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114690830167651161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114690830167651161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/2006/05/heat.html' title='Heat'/><author><name>Marjete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27619345.post-114690583335167930</id><published>2006-05-01T17:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:57:13.353+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/1600/Enoshima%20113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7611/1370/400/Enoshima%20113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a restaurant, a woman is laying out the shells she just cooked. Enoshima island, near Kamakura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27619345-114690583335167930?l=marjete-english.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/feeds/114690583335167930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27619345&amp;postID=114690583335167930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114690583335167930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114690583335167930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/2006/05/shells.html' title='Shells'/><author><name>Marjete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27619345.post-114689050442809596</id><published>2006-04-30T13:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T18:41:57.783+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Welcome to the non-French readers on this new version of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to create an English version for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, because one of my friends said it would be nice. And I thought he was right. And I like to make my friends happy, I’m a kind of modern Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, and certainly the most important reason: because after having spent 7 months in Japan, hearing almost only Japanese, speaking most of the time Japanese, I realized that two terrible things were happening: on the one hand, I'm forgetting some basic French words and on the other hand, my English level is becoming very very poor. About French language, that’s not such a big deal: my interlocutors are always very patient and I have occasions to speak and write French. But as far as English is concerned, that’s another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going regularly to the cinema to watch American movies would be a good idea if theatres in Japan weren’t so expensive and if I were a Hollywood fan. I can’t afford paying a private teacher and I don’t have time to meet my American friends every day. So please, help me, you, who speaks English so well. Don’t be shy and don't hesitate through your comments to correct my grammar, vocabulary, sentence, tenses mistakes and you will get all my gratitude. In compensation, I’ll try not to make too many mistakes and to show you all the great things I see in Japan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27619345-114689050442809596?l=marjete-english.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/feeds/114689050442809596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27619345&amp;postID=114689050442809596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114689050442809596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27619345/posts/default/114689050442809596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marjete-english.blogspot.com/2006/04/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Marjete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
