Leaving Nagoya and hauling 80 lbs of luggage onto the train, I worried about the rain that had been forecast for Kyoto, but I got lucky. The weather stayed dry. Sort of.
Kyoto is hot. And humid. Steamy, muggy, drippy, swelteringly, oppressively hot and humid. My first day here I wandered around the historic Higashiyama district, swimming in a sea of tourists.
Feeling a little claustrophobic? I wonder how these little fish feel in their tiny bowls.
The gardens of Kyoto are welcoming lush little landscapes that pop into view as you turn a corner.
As day turned to evening, the tourists cleared out and I kept wandering. And wandering.
With this much humidity, plants sprout wherever they can get a toehold.
Outside of the shopping district these narrow, walled pathways offer a bit of quiet stillness, but don’t invite you to linger. By all means, enjoy the scent of gardens in the evening air, but keep going.
Some gardens invite you in through the front door…
… And some out the back.
Some gardens lead to open doors…
… And some lead to closed doors.
Large or small, each garden offers stillness and a feeling of respite from the heat. Fragile and tenacious, they persevere.
More to come.