Sanda is a garden city and very proud of the fact. We were lucky enough to live very close to a pleasant little park (and baseball ground) called Sandadani Koen and within a short drive of several others. Whenever people told us that their experience in Japan was cheek-by-jowel urban, with grey the default colour, we understood (having spent time in the big cities), but had to admit that Sanda was anything but cramped or uniform.
Sandadani Park was many things to us. It was a regular through-route on the way to Flowertown shops. It was a walking and exercise track. It was a pleasant diversion on a Sunday afternoon when the local baseball team was playing. It was a place to meet people, especially the friendly retirees who sat nattering under shady awnings in summer. It was also our closest cherry blossom viewing site, where we could spread a rug, sip an asahi or two and nibble on inari while the fluorescent sakura danced overhead.
The latter photo shows a line of wintry cherry trees, the path winding in the direction of the entrance to our chome, while the former shows the circular walking track.
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