๐Ÿ“Tokyo – From Serenity to Skyline (๋„์ฟ„ – ๊ณ ์š”ํ•จ์—์„œ ์Šค์นด์ด๋ผ์ธ๊นŒ์ง€)

 

๐ŸŒฟ Ueno Park – Walking Through Layers of Time

๐ŸŒฟ ์šฐ์—๋…ธ ๊ณต์› – ์‹œ๊ฐ„์˜ ๊ฒฐ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ๊ฑท๋‹ค

Ueno Park sits quietly in the heart of Tokyo, yet feels like a world away.
As I wandered through its shaded paths, I came across small wooden shrines, a bronze bell swaying gently in the breeze, and the grand five-story pagoda rising between the trees.
But what truly caught my eye was the golden gate of Ueno Tลshล-gลซ Shrine—so intricate, so still.
There were people around, but everyone seemed to speak softer here, as if the place asked for it.
It wasn’t just a park; it felt like time itself slowed down inside those trees.

์šฐ์—๋…ธ ๊ณต์›์€ ๋„์ฟ„ ํ•œ๋ณตํŒ์— ์ž๋ฆฌ์žก๊ณ  ์žˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ ์•ˆ์— ๋“ค์–ด์„œ๋ฉด ์ „ํ˜€ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์„ธ๊ณ„์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋А๊ปด์ง„๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š˜์ง„ ๊ธธ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ๊ฑท๋‹ค ๋ณด๋ฉด, ์ž‘๊ณ  ์•„๋‹ดํ•œ ๋ชฉ์กฐ ์‹ ์‚ฌ๋“ค๊ณผ ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์— ์‚ด๋ž‘์ด๋Š” ์ฒญ๋™ ์ข…, ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋“ค ์‚ฌ์ด๋กœ ์šฐ๋š ์†Ÿ์€ ์˜ค์ธตํƒ‘์ด ๋‚˜ํƒ€๋‚œ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ ์ค‘์—์„œ๋„ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋ˆˆ์— ๋ˆ ๊ฑด ํ™ฉ๊ธˆ๋น› ์šฐ์—๋…ธ ๋„์‡ผ๊ตฌ ์‹ ์‚ฌ. ์ •๊ตํ•˜๊ณ , ์กฐ์šฉํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๊ฝค ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋ชจ๋‘๊ฐ€ ์ž์—ฐ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‚ฎ์ถ”๊ณ  ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋ ˆ ๊ฑธ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๊ณณ์€ ๋‹จ์ˆœํ•œ ๊ณต์›์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ, ๋งˆ์น˜ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์˜ ํ๋ฆ„์ด ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ์›€์ง์ด๋Š” ๊ณต๊ฐ„ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค.









๐Ÿœ A Delicious Stop Before the Heights ๐Ÿœ

๐Ÿœ ๋†’์ด ์˜ค๋ฅด๊ธฐ ์ „ ๋ง›์žˆ๋Š” ํ•œ ๋ผ ๐Ÿœ 

Between my serene walk through Ueno Park and the stunning city views from Mori Tower, I refueled with a comforting bowl of tempura udon. The thick, chewy noodles and perfectly crispy fried vegetables and shrimp were exactly what I needed. However, I found the savory broth to be a bit too salty to drink much of it on its own. 

์šฐ์—๋…ธ ๊ณต์›์˜ ๊ณ ์š”ํ•œ ์‚ฐ์ฑ…์„ ๋งˆ์น˜๊ณ  ๋ชจ๋ฆฌ ํƒ€์›Œ์˜ ๋ฉ‹์ง„ ๋„์‹œ ์ „๋ง์„ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์ „์—, ๋“ ๋“ ํ•œ ํŠ€๊น€ ์šฐ๋™ ํ•œ ๊ทธ๋ฆ‡์œผ๋กœ ์—๋„ˆ์ง€๋ฅผ ์ฑ„์› ๋‹ค. ์ซ„๊นƒํ•œ ๋ฉด๋ฐœ๊ณผ ๋ฐ”์‚ญํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์ž˜ ํŠ€๊ฒจ์ง„ ์ฑ„์†Œ์™€ ์ƒˆ์šฐํŠ€๊น€์€ ๊ทธ์•ผ๋ง๋กœ ์™„๋ฒฝํ•œ ํ•œ ๋ผ์˜€๋‹ค. ๋‹ค๋งŒ, ๊ฐ์น ๋ง› ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ตญ๋ฌผ์ด ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๋งˆ์‹œ๊ธฐ์—๋Š” ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์งœ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค.




๐Ÿ™️ Roppongi Hills Mori Tower – City Lights in the Fog

๐Ÿ™️ ๋กฏํฐ๊ธฐํž์ฆˆ ๋ชจ๋ฆฌํƒ€์›Œ – ์•ˆ๊ฐœ ์† ๋„์‹œ์˜ ๋ถˆ๋น›

When I arrived at the Mori Tower observatory just before sunset, the city below was covered in a soft layer of fog.
At first, I felt a twinge of disappointment—I had hoped for a clear view.
But as the sun slipped behind the buildings, something magical happened.
The lights of Tokyo began to flicker on, one by one, like stars appearing beneath a veil.
And then, through the haze, I spotted Tokyo Tower glowing faintly in the distance.
The entire city looked like a watercolor painting, slightly blurred, beautifully still.
It wasn’t the clear night view I had imagined—but maybe it was even better.

์„์–‘์ด ์ง€๊ธฐ ์ง์ „, ๋กฏํฐ๊ธฐํž์ฆˆ ๋ชจ๋ฆฌํƒ€์›Œ ์ „๋ง๋Œ€์— ๋„์ฐฉํ–ˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ๋„์‹œ ์•„๋ž˜๋Š” ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์šด ์•ˆ๊ฐœ์— ์ž ๊ฒจ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
์ฒ˜์Œ์—” ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์•„์‰ฌ์› ๋‹ค—๋ง‘์€ ๋„์ฟ„ ์•ผ๊ฒฝ์„ ๊ธฐ๋Œ€ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ.
ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ•ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ ๋’ค๋กœ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€์ž, ๋งˆ๋ฒ• ๊ฐ™์€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์ด ์ฐพ์•„์™”๋‹ค.
๋„์ฟ„์˜ ๋ถˆ๋น›์ด ํ•˜๋‚˜๋‘˜์”ฉ ์ผœ์ง€๋ฉฐ, ๋งˆ์น˜ ์ปคํŠผ ๋’ค์—์„œ ๋ณ„์ด ๋– ์˜ค๋ฅด๋“ฏ ๋ฐ˜์ง์ด๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์•ˆ๊ฐœ ๋„ˆ๋จธ๋กœ ํฌ๋ฏธํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜๋Š” ๋„์ฟ„ํƒ€์›Œ๊ฐ€ ๋ˆˆ์— ๋“ค์–ด์™”๋‹ค.
๋„์‹œ๋Š” ์ „์ฒด์ ์œผ๋กœ ์ˆ˜์ฑ„ํ™”์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ํ๋ฆฟํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ๊ณ ์š”ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํŽผ์ณ์กŒ๋‹ค.
์ฒ˜์Œ ์ƒ์ƒํ–ˆ๋˜ ์„ ๋ช…ํ•œ ์•ผ๊ฒฝ์€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์› ๋Š”์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋‹ค.





After enjoying the night view, I was able to visit the exhibition located just one floor above using the same ticket.
The exhibit featured works by Japanese artist Chiharu Shiota, centered around the theme “The Soul Trembles.”

์•ผ๊ฒฝ ๊ฐ์ƒํ›„ ๊ฐ™์€ ํ‹ฐ์ผ“์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์œ„์ธต์— ์žˆ๋Š” ์ „์‹œ๊ด€์„ ๊ฐ์ƒํ• ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
์ด ์ „์‹œ๊ด€์€  ๋–จ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์˜ํ˜ผ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์ฃผ์ œ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ์ผ๋ณธ ์ž‘๊ฐ€ ์‹œ์˜คํƒ€ ์น˜ํ•˜๋ฃจ์˜ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์ด๋‹ค.








The black thread-covered piano and chair, along with the intricate installation made of red thread seen in the photos, are signature elements of Chiharu Shiota’s work.
She is well known for her large-scale thread installations, through which she explores themes such as memory, absence, existence, life and death, and human connection.

์‚ฌ์ง„์—์„œ ๋ณด์ด๋Š” ๊ฒ€์€์ƒ‰ ์‹ค๋กœ ๋’ค๋ฎ์ธ ํ”ผ์•„๋…ธ์™€ ์˜์ž, ๋ถ‰์€์ƒ‰ ์‹ค๋กœ ์ด๋ฃจ์–ด์ง„ ์„ค์น˜๋ฏธ์ˆ  ๋“ฑ์€ ์‹œ์˜คํƒ€ ์น˜ํ•˜๋ฃจ ์ž‘๊ฐ€์˜ ๋Œ€ํ‘œ์ ์ธ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ ํŠน์ง•์ด๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๊ธฐ์–ต, ๋ถ€์žฌ, ์กด์žฌ, ์‚ถ๊ณผ ์ฃฝ์Œ, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ด€๊ณ„์™€ ๊ฐ™์€ ์ฃผ์ œ๋ฅผ ํƒ๊ตฌํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์‹ค์„ ์ด์šฉํ•œ ๋Œ€๊ทœ๋ชจ ์„ค์น˜๋ฏธ์ˆ ๋กœ ์ž˜ ์•Œ๋ ค์ ธ ์žˆ๋‹ค.


It can be interpreted as a representation of complex thoughts, a collection of memories, or an invisible mass of energy.
๋ณต์žกํ•œ ์ƒ๊ฐ, ๊ธฐ์–ต์˜ ์ง‘ํ•ฉ์ฒด, ํ˜น์€ ๋ˆˆ์— ๋ณด์ด์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ์—๋„ˆ์ง€์˜ ๋ฉ์–ด๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํ‘œํ˜„ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์œผ๋กœ ํ•ด์„๋œ๋‹ค.


On the table lie various objects made of glass or other transparent materials. These objects evoke images of human organs or cells, and seem to visualize fragments of memories or emotions. Chiharu Shiota often uses organic shapes and body-related materials to express themes of existence and absence, as well as traces of memory.

ํ…Œ์ด๋ธ” ์œ„์— ๋‹ค์–‘ํ•œ ํ˜•ํƒœ์˜ ์œ ๋ฆฌ ๋˜๋Š” ํˆฌ๋ช…ํ•œ ์žฌ์งˆ๋กœ ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด์ง„ ์˜ค๋ธŒ์ œ๋“ค์ด ๋†“์—ฌ ์žˆ๋‹ค. ์ด ์˜ค๋ธŒ์ œ๋“ค์€ ๋งˆ์น˜ ์‹ ์ฒด์˜ ์žฅ๊ธฐ๋‚˜ ์„ธํฌ ๋“ฑ์„ ์—ฐ์ƒ์‹œํ‚ค๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•˜๊ณ , ๊ธฐ์–ต์ด๋‚˜ ๊ฐ์ •์˜ ํŒŒํŽธ์„ ์‹œ๊ฐํ™”ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ณด์ธ๋‹ค. ์‹œ์˜คํƒ€ ์น˜ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋Š” ์ข…์ข… ์œ ๊ธฐ์ ์ธ ํ˜•ํƒœ๋‚˜ ์‹ ์ฒด์™€ ๊ด€๋ จ๋œ ์†Œ์žฌ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ•˜์—ฌ ์กด์žฌ์™€ ๋ถ€์žฌ, ๊ธฐ์–ต์˜ ํ”์ ์„ ํ‘œํ˜„ํ•œ๋‹ค.


The worn and faded windows symbolize the passage of time, memories of the past, and the boundaries of space. Each window represents fragments of the world seen through different eras, revealing the artist’s exploration of lost memories and traces of lives long gone.

๋‚ก๊ณ  ๋น›๋ฐ”๋žœ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ๋“ค์€ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์˜ ํ๋ฆ„, ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ์˜ ๊ธฐ์–ต, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ณต๊ฐ„์˜ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋‚˜ํƒ€๋ƒ…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ๊ฐ์˜ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์€ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‹œ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ํ†ตํ•ด ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณธ ์„ธ์ƒ์˜ ๋‹จํŽธ๋“ค์„ ์ƒ์ง•ํ•˜๋ฉฐ, ์žƒ์–ด๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ๊ธฐ์–ต์ด๋‚˜ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ„ ์‚ถ์˜ ํ”์ ์„ ํƒ๊ตฌํ•˜๋Š” ์ž‘๊ฐ€์˜ ์ฃผ์ œ์˜์‹์„ ๋ณด์—ฌ์ค€๋‹ค.


This video shows numerous old suitcases connected by red threads hanging from the ceiling. This appears to be one of Chiharu Shiota's representative works, "Accumulation - Searching for the Destination," or a similar series. This artwork explores themes of personal journeys, migration, memory, and the meaning of 'home' – either left behind or yet to be found. Each suitcase seems to hold its own story, and the red threads feel like they symbolize the interconnectedness of these stories, or perhaps the threads of life and emotion.

์ด ๋™์˜์ƒ์—๋Š” ์ˆ˜๋งŽ์€ ๋‚ก์€ ์—ฌํ–‰ ๊ฐ€๋ฐฉ๋“ค์ด ์ฒœ์žฅ์—์„œ ๋‚ด๋ ค์˜จ ๋ถ‰์€์ƒ‰ ์‹ค๋“ค๊ณผ ์—ฐ๊ฒฐ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ๋‹ค.
 ์‹œ์˜คํƒ€ ์น˜ํ•˜๋ฃจ์˜ ๋Œ€ํ‘œ์ž‘ ์ค‘ ํ•˜๋‚˜์ธ "Accumulation - Searching for the Destination" ๋˜๋Š” ์œ ์‚ฌํ•œ ์‹œ๋ฆฌ์ฆˆ์˜ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์œผ๋กœ ๋ณด์—ฌ์ง„๋‹ค.
์ด ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์€ ๊ฐœ์ธ์˜ ์—ฌ์ •, ์ด์ฃผ, ๊ธฐ์–ต, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋– ๋‚˜์™”๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ์ฐพ์•„์•ผ ํ•  '์ง‘'์˜ ์˜๋ฏธ๋ฅผ ํƒ๊ตฌํ•œ๋‹ค.
๊ฐ ์—ฌํ–‰ ๊ฐ€๋ฐฉ์€ ์ €๋งˆ๋‹ค์˜ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋‹ด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๋“ฏํ•˜๋ฉฐ, ๋ถ‰์€ ์‹ค์€ ๊ทธ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋“ค์ด ์„œ๋กœ ์—ฐ๊ฒฐ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ์Œ์„, ํ˜น์€ ์ƒ๋ช…๋ ฅ๊ณผ ๊ฐ์ •์˜ ๋ˆ์„ ์ƒ์ง•ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋А๊ปด์ง„๋‹ค.

๐ŸŒŸ A Glimpse of Tokyo Tower, and a Walk Towards Its Light ๐ŸŒŸ

 ๐ŸŒŸ๋„์ฟ„ ํƒ€์›Œ์˜ ๋ถˆ๋น›์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ๊ฑท๋‹ค๐ŸŒŸ

After the exhibition, I stepped out of Mori Tower. The city lights still shimmered through the lingering fog. For a moment, I stood there, lost in thought, taking in the unique atmosphere of the Tokyo night. Then, through the soft haze, I spotted Tokyo Tower glowing in the distance. Its iconic silhouette called to me, and without a second thought, I decided to walk towards its light, eager to experience its grandeur up close.

์ „์‹œ ๊ด€๋žŒ์„ ๋งˆ์น˜๊ณ  ๋ชจ๋ฆฌ ํƒ€์›Œ๋ฅผ ๋‚˜์„ฐ๋‹ค. ๋„์‹œ์˜ ๋ถˆ๋น›์€ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋‚จ์•„์žˆ๋Š” ์•ˆ๊ฐœ ์‚ฌ์ด๋กœ ์•„๋ จํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ˜์ง์˜€๋‹ค. ์ž ์‹œ ๋ฉํ•˜๋‹ˆ ์„œ์„œ ๋„์ฟ„ ๋ฐค์˜ ๋…ํŠนํ•œ ๋ถ„์œ„๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋งŒ๋ฝํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์šด ์•ˆ๊ฐœ ๋„ˆ๋จธ๋กœ ์ € ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ ๋„์ฟ„ ํƒ€์›Œ๊ฐ€ ๋น›๋‚˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋ณด์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ƒ์ง•์ ์ธ ์‹ค๋ฃจ์—ฃ์ด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ด๋„๋Š” ๋“ฏํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๋ง์„ค์ž„ ์—†์ด ๊ทธ ๋น›์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ๊ฑท๊ธฐ๋กœ ๊ฒฐ์‹ฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์›…์žฅํ•จ์„ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด์—์„œ ์ง์ ‘ ๋А๊ปด๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค.







๐Ÿ—ผ Arriving at the Radiant Giant ๐Ÿ—ผ

๐Ÿ—ผ๋น›๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋„์ฐฉํ•˜๋‹ค๐Ÿ—ผ

 The walk was longer than I anticipated, but as I finally stood beneath Tokyo Tower, its brightly lit structure against the night sky was truly captivating. The vibrant orange and white lights pierced through the misty air, creating a beautiful and reassuring beacon in the darkness. Looking up at the towering steel frame, illuminated so brilliantly, I felt a sense of awe and admiration for its iconic presence. It was even more impressive close than it had appeared from afar.

์ƒ๊ฐ๋ณด๋‹ค ๊ธด ๊ธธ์ด์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋“œ๋””์–ด ๋„์ฟ„ ํƒ€์›Œ ์•„๋ž˜ ์„ฐ์„ ๋•Œ, ๋ฐคํ•˜๋Š˜์„ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ ๋ชจ์Šต์€ ์ •๋ง์ด์ง€ ๋งคํ˜น์ ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์„ ๋ช…ํ•œ ์ฃผํ™ฉ์ƒ‰๊ณผ ํฐ์ƒ‰ ์กฐ๋ช…์ด ์•ˆ๊ฐœ ๋‚€ ๋ฐค๊ณต๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋šซ๊ณ  ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ต๊ณ  ๋“ ๋“ ํ•œ ๋“ฑ๋Œ€์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋น›๋‚˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฐฌ๋ž€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์ฒ ๊ณจ ๊ตฌ์กฐ๋ฅผ ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋‹ค๋ณด๋‹ˆ, ๊ทธ ์ƒ์ง•์ ์ธ ์กด์žฌ๊ฐ์— ์••๋„๋˜๋Š” ๋“ฏํ•œ ๊ฐํƒ„์ด ์ ˆ๋กœ ๋‚˜์™”๋‹ค. ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ์„œ ๋ณด์•˜๋˜ ๊ฒƒ๋ณด๋‹ค ํ›จ์”ฌ ๋” ์ธ์ƒ์ ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค.






⛩️ A Serendipitous Shrine Amidst the Modern City ⛩️

⛩️ํ˜„๋Œ€ ๋„์‹œ ์† ์šฐ์—ฐํžˆ ๋งˆ์ฃผ์นœ ์‹ ์‚ฌ⛩️

On my way back to the accommodation from Tokyo Tower, I found myself wandering down a quiet street. Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, a traditional Japanese shrine emerged from the shadows. It was a truly unexpected sight, especially with the modern city buildings subtly towering around it. The contrast between the ancient, intricate architecture of the shrine and the sleek, towering structures of contemporary Tokyo was striking and incredibly novel. It felt as if layers of time coexisted seamlessly in this one spot, offering a poignant glimpse into the city's unique blend of past and present before finally heading back to my room.

๋„์ฟ„ ํƒ€์›Œ์—์„œ ์ˆ™์†Œ๋กœ ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ธธ, ๋‚˜๋Š” ์กฐ์šฉํ•œ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑท๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ค ๋ฌธ๋“, ๊ฑฐ์˜ ์˜ˆ์ƒ์น˜ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์ „ํ†ต ์ผ๋ณธ ์‹ ์‚ฌ ํ•˜๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋‘  ์†์—์„œ ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋ƒˆ๋‹ค. ์ฃผ๋ณ€์— ํ˜„๋Œ€์‹ ๋„์‹œ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ๋“ค์ด ์€์€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์†Ÿ์•„ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์šด๋ฐ, ์ •๋ง์ด์ง€ ๋œป๋ฐ–์˜ ๊ด‘๊ฒฝ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ณ ๋Œ€์˜ ์ •๊ตํ•œ ์‹ ์‚ฌ ๊ฑด์ถ•๋ฌผ๊ณผ ํ˜„๋Œ€ ๋„์ฟ„์˜ ๋งค๋ˆํ•˜๊ณ  ๋†’์ด ์†Ÿ์€ ๋นŒ๋”ฉ๋“ค์˜ ๋Œ€๋น„๋Š” ๋†€๋ผ์šฐ๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ๋ฏฟ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์„ ๋งŒํผ ์ƒˆ๋กญ๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์น˜ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์˜ ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ๊ฒน์ด ์ด ํ•œ ์žฅ์†Œ์— ์™„๋ฒฝํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ณต์กดํ•˜๋Š” ๋“ฏํ•œ ๋А๋‚Œ์ด์—ˆ๊ณ , ๋ฐฉ์œผ๋กœ ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€๊ธฐ ์ „ ๋„์‹œ์˜ ๋…ํŠนํ•œ ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ์™€ ํ˜„์žฌ์˜ ์กฐํ™”๋ฅผ ์ž ์‹œ๋‚˜๋งˆ ๊ฐ•๋ ฌํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์—ฟ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.







In the next post, I'll be sharing the final leg of my Tokyo journey.
Please stay tuned for more!

๋‹ค์Œ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ์—์„œ๋Š” ์ €์˜ ๋„์ฟ„ ์—ฌํ–‰ ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ์—ฌ์ •์ด ํŽผ์ณ์ง‘๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๋งŽ์€ ๊ด€์‹ฌ ๋ถ€ํƒ๋“œ๋ฆฝ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

P.S. 
My accommodation view
๋‚˜์˜ ์ˆ™์†Œ๋ทฐ 

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