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JAPAN TRAVEL






A Special Event At The Ota Memorial Museum

Venue: Ota Memorial Museum of Art When: Nov 14th - Dec 13th 2020, 10:30am - 5:30pm

A special event taking place at the Ota Memorial Museum of Art until December 13th is titled "Japan in Ukiyo-e".

This much-loved art form depicts Japan in a multitude of ways, with pieces illustrating Mount Fuji and cherry blossoms through to geisha, sumo wrestlers, and more.

Around 70 artworks in total will be displayed at the exhibition, giving a unique insight into the land of the rising sun through this traditional print style.

Adult admission to the exhibition is priced at 800 yen.
 

Getting there

The Ota Memorial Museum of Art is located approximately six minutes on foot from the JR Harajuku Station, served by the Yamanote Line, or two minutes on foot from the Tokyo Metro Meiji-jingumae Station, served by the Chiyoda Line and the Fukutoshin Line.

Do note that there is no dedicated parking lot for the museum, and private parking can be expensive in the area - so public transportation is advised.



By Kim B 
 
 

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