
Every entry carries the honest round-trip time from the berth — transit included, 60-minute rule respected.
The reason your ship stops here. Give the museum two unhurried hours, then stand where the river reflects the Dome. It rearranges people, quietly.
The vermilion gate in the sea, deer on the sand, oyster smoke in the lanes. Doing Miyajima and the Peace Park in one call is possible — but only guided or ruthlessly early.
Hiroshima-style means layers, not batter — cabbage, soba, egg, and the founder’s sauce. Mitchan started it all in 1950; the counter seats are the show.

A local guide turns the museum’s weight into understanding — survivor stories, the neighborhoods that vanished, what rebuilt. The single most-praised tour in the city.

Approach the shrine the old way — by sea — with an oyster-farm visit where lunch comes straight off the ropes. Pairs the island’s two truths: faith and shellfish.
Fat Hiroshima oysters over charcoal, in the shell, two for pocket change. Yakigaki no Hayashi is the famous grill — the queue is the correct one.
Six hundred meters of covered city life — department stores to okonomiyaki alleys. The useful buffer plan: it absorbs whatever time your museum visit leaves.
A 1620 landscape garden that survived 1945 and replanted itself — the gingko by the pond predates the bomb. The quiet counterweight to the museum.
Maple-leaf cakes filled with bean paste — Fujiiya bakes them in view on Miyajima. Buy the mixed box; the deep-fried skewered version is the on-site treat.
The brush capital that supplies makeup houses worldwide — a Kumano fude is craft you use daily. The Hondori specialty shops gift-wrap for flights.
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