Those who live and work in Itabashi are hesitant when it
comes to tallying up the highlights of this northwestern Tokyo ward.
“There’s really nothing remarkable here,” says ballerina and homemaker
Chieko Muraoka, 37. “It’s quiet and small-scale, but we like it that
“Ogre of Endurance” in the grounds of Jorenji Temple and a Chinese goose
in Ukima Park KIT NAGAMURA PHOTOS
22-ton Tokyo Daibutsu, cast in 1977, and Nobuaki Fujimoto, who works at
a fix-it shop
But if you fancy some top-notch pork, head 10 minutes north
to Nishi-Takashimadaira Station at the end of the Toei Mita Line for
some of Tokyo’s most succulent tonkatsu (pork cutlet). Husband
and wife team Mitsuko and Yosuke Ebata have been serving crispy cutlets
at their Maru Shin shop for 20 years.
When asked what one should see in Itabashi, Mitsuko replied,
“The nirinso (Japanese woodland anemone), the ward’s flower,
because it always blooms in pairs.”
Her husband, Yosuke, beamed at this answer and gave me a map
to the nearby Akatsuka Botanical Garden, one of the few places these
delicate flowers can be observed, though usually not until April. The
tidy garden features over 600 specimens, including medicinal plants
noted in the Manyoshu poetry anthology.
The same vicinity is home to the Itabashi Historical Museum,
the Edo-Period Shogetsu-in Temple, the scant ruins of the Chiba warrior
clan’s Akatsuka Castle and Tokyo’s Itabashi Art Museum
Western Itabashi is about to be perfumed with the blossoming
of Akatsuka Tameike Park’s 213 plum trees. The Ume Festival here (first
weekend in March), and the moonlit Ta-Asobi (Feb. 13) festival held at
nearby Suwa Shrine are but a few of the wards numerous festivals.
The other side of Itabashi, the southeast quadrant, holds the
keys to the area’s earliest recorded history and to its plans for the
“Itabashi” (literally, “plank bridge”) was already a city
during the days of the Genji and Heike clans in the 12th century. During
the Edo Period (1603-1867), the bridge from which the city is supposed
to have taken its name saw heavy traffic, as Itabashi was one of the
four major juku (rest stops) for travelers setting out on the
Current day Itabashi Bridge is partially planked in a hat-tip
to history, but a steel structure provides support.
Even in winter, the bridge affords a lovely vista of cherry
trees with branches swooping down toward the shallows of the Shakuji
River in Nakajuku.
Heading east, a small petting zoo shares a park with a
spooky, abandoned fish aquarium, and the area accommodates several
unusual research centers.
The National Institute for Polar Research is by far the
coolest, sporting a giant iceboat propeller and an annoyed-looking
flotilla of stuffed penguins at the entrance. With increased focus on
global warming and 2007 designated an International Polar Year, it’s not
a bad idea to launch an expedition through the institute’s visitor
center, with its biological specimens from Antarctica.
Itabashi’s rapid loss of green spaces to housing and industry
caused the city to set up an environmental protection plan in 1999,
symbolized by Ecopolis (often mistakenly identified as “Eco Police”), an
educational facility in Maenocho. While many displays are run-down and
broken, the basement-level fix-it center, ironically, is going
gangbusters. Nobuaki Fujimoto, 81, and Arifureta Sato, 76, clearly love
their work lathing new handles for old pots, repairing mechanical toys,
truing umbrellas, and even gluing heels on shoes for the
Itabashi houses the Tokyo Metropolitan Institute of
Gerontology, a cutting edge research facility focusing on issues of
aging and how to maximize the quality of life for the old, and the
anticipated increase of “oldest-old” (that’s 85 and up).
For the young, Itabashi Bologna Children’s Book Hall in
Honcho offers access to a collection of nearly 20,000 illustrated
volumes, many from the famed Bologna Book Fair, with which the ward has
had friendly ties since 1981.
Walking past the windmill in Ukima Park, in upper Itabashi, I
noticed an enormous bird among the usual ducks and cormorants. A ward
official has posted a sign to help those baffled by the “odd duck.” It
reads, in brief: “I’m a Chinese Goose whose wings were clipped so I
could be someone’s pet. I was abandoned here, and I can’t fly, but I’m
not in pain and I’m doing just fine!” At sunset, children flocked to
feed that goose and an elderly gentleman brought it a fistful of cabbage
Nothing remarkable, perhaps, but an encapsulation of Itabashi
at its best.