In one of our bouts of cultural enthusiasm, Jo and I signed up to a kimono event. Basically, we borrowed some kimonos that were much too small, were dressed by some very kind old ladies (who then made us undress and try it ourselves! Impossible!), and then went for a walk in the park to look at cherry blossom. All this would have been great, if we weren't both very sleep-deprived and hungover. It was fun feeling like a star as everyone stared and waved. Apparently they meet quite regularly, so we might do it again one month when we are more awake.