Miyajima Island is across a short channel from Hiroshima. From the Peace Park, we took a long tram ride all the way to the edge of town, where we found the ferry dock. Across the way, we could see the mountains of the island.
In the park that greeted us as we left the boat were many deer and many schoolgirls in their uniforms. The deer are very tame, and beg for handouts from anyone that looks like they might have something to eat.
A short walk brought us to the torii that marks the entry to the shrine precincts. The path, lined with stone lanterns, was crowded with deer and tourists.
Looking out towards the water, we could see people fishing and digging for sea creatures.
The tide was out, so people were walking out to the famous giant torii.
At the entry to every Shinto shrine, there is a fountain or well with bamboo dippers. Here, one pours water over each hand, and takes a mouthful of water as a way to purify oneself before prayer.
The shrine itself is built like a series of docks, so that when the tide comes in, it looks as though the entire building is floating.
At intervals along the maze-like structure, the wooden path opens out into an ornate ceremonial room. Most people just stand at the grate to pray -- only priests and those participating in ceremonies go inside.
This is the exit to the shrine complex. We had been told that at one time, this was the entrance, so we should be sure to turn around and take a look.
Walking back to the ferry through the little touristy town, we saw the five-story pagoda, and the biggest wooden spoon ever made.
But the sun was going down, and we still had to catch the Shinkansen back to Kyoto.
So we got back on the ferry, and watched the great vermillion torii recede into the distance.
