That is what we have in our hotel window right now. Makes me sad. Hiroshima obviously doesn’t dwell on its painful past, but visiting the Peace Museum and seeing tricycles bent and melted makes me wish some things had not come to pass. Human folly, eh. As a species, we are so screwed.
Connection is misbehaving. Pictures of our 26km-long bike ride along the Shimanami Kaido will be coming later. My butt and knees are so sore.
UPDATE (photos, finally!)