Tokyo is often a heaving mass of contrasts, and Buddhist prayers in the capital’s brand filled Ginza district certainly don’t contradict that.
Very different approaches with hopefully equally dissimilar wishes.
Cherry blossom season is understandably a big deal in Japan. The weather is warmer. The flowers are beautiful. And the booze flows like there’s no tomorrow. Or at the very least a tomorrow that doesn’t involve getting up early or doing anything particularly taxing.
But at the same time, it’s such a big deal that one must go out and celebrate it. And one must have a good time. No matter how difficult, or how bad an idea, that may be.