Kinkaju-ji, Kyoto, Japan
I’ve been there! And yes it is as stunning as the photo. The building shimmers, almost glows because of the gold.
Kinkaju-ji, Kyoto, Japan
I’ve been there! And yes it is as stunning as the photo. The building shimmers, almost glows because of the gold.
After the rain / Daily life in Kyoto [ part.5 ] (by Kiyo Photography)
Kiyamachi-street, Kyoto, Japan
I saw many Japanese women carrying umbrellas in Japan—not just for rainy days, but to be used as parasols in the sunshine. The penchant for fair skin continues.
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The entrance gate to Nijo-jo (Nijo Castle), the residence of Tokugawa Ieyasu, in Kyoto. A professional photo of one of the interior rooms of Ninomaru Palace which still has the sumptuous wall and door paintings intact!

It’s very dark inside the palace. and no photography is allowed, but it’s amazing that it is open to the public, with the relics displayed in the open air, no temperature or humidity controls during the summer time! The red tassles on the side show the hidden chamber where the shogun’s bodyguards would hide.
The moat is still filled with water. The gardens are impeccably manicured and propel you back in time. You’d forget you were in modern day Japan if it weren’t for the tourists. It is serene and tranquil—except for the squelching of the summer time semi (ciccadas).
Below is the garden of four bridges. Rocks in Japanese—and Chinese—gardens represent mountains, hills, and other land formations. It’s the world in miniature. The assemblage of natural organic pieces gives the illusion of making a small space appear larger by filling the eyes. Water elements such as streams and waterfalls provide auditory enjoyment.

The Kinkaku-ji (Golden Pavilion Temple), AKA Rokuon-ji (Deer Garden Temple), in Kyoto is a lustrous as this photo by Mr. Kitty. It truly mesmerizes with the sun glistening on its gilt surface. It was smaller than I had pictured it, but it left me breathless. We had to maintain distance and could not view the interior, but the pavilion and its surrounding gardens did not disappoint any of the tourists and sightseers. A visit that was worth the quarter century wait, ever since my college East Asian and Japanese art history classes.

Here it is folks, the tsujiura/omukuji/miyako senbei, which I located outside the Fushimi Inari Shrine, in the little bakeries. They were delicious—fresh, crisp, tastier than the paler Chinese-American version that proliferates dinner tables on weekends here in the U.S.
They are made from wheat flour, miso (!!), mung beans, white sesame, and sugar. They “rattle” too because of the tiny dried bean that sits in each half of the cookie. The fortunes are cryptic poems that need to be interpreted for your own personal use. My bag was full of “fringe fortunes’—neither good nor bad, just the possibility of stuff happening. The Kyoto saleslady had no idea about fortune cookies here in the States, so Mr. Kitty explained it to her. She didn’t seem impressed (ha).
holding hands / street / walking / young / old / girl : maiko (geisha apprentice), kyoto japan 日本・京都 舞妓 とし愛さん (by momoyama)
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