Kyoto,we hardly know you.
After a whirlwind two days in Kyoto we cannot help but feel there is some unfinished business here.
The cultural capital of japan is definitely a city in transition. It has many stetches of postcard old japan from the 1930s to 1950s. Unruly telephone wires, British architecture on buildings that once were banks and post offices which then sit cheek-to-jowl with temples and shrines randomly, dominate the city scape.
Our hostel – the Sugar Tomato – sits right next to a shrine first built in 1392, Ashawando temple it is called. Pregnant and ill women tend to pilgrimage to it for blessings of good health. Spent a morning in it just as the monks cleaned it, they let me roam about snapping photos and we quietly communicated with subtle hand gestures and bows.
Much more to write about Kyoto – we roamed some awesome temple complexes- but we are off to see the Golden Temple this morn before catching a bullet train to Hiroshima,