Last weekend we took NS on her first trip to the City to visit her uncle. On Saturday evening we joined throngs of photo-snapping tourists strolling among the world-famous cherry blossoms. In spite of--or perhaps as a result of--the excitement of the whizzing metro ride, the constant, colorful motion of walkers, bikers and buggy-riding park rangers, and the din of traffic and sirens, not to mention unfamiliar smells, NS dozed off just as we arrived at the Festival. (Fortunately, the Festival consisted of walking around and taking pictures of the trees with rivers and monuments in the background and staring at all the other weird people, so she didn't miss a lot.) Much to her parents' relief, she didn't wake up again until we reached the porch of the house.