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... up against a selfie-stick somewhere along the way. If you ever hear me say I want one please can you remind me of this! We didn't spend overly long inside the gardens, they were pleasant but not spectacular. If you had to make a choice between the Golden or the Silver temple - take the Silver (more on that later).
Outside we grabbed a decent coffee and a green-tea ice-cream (for Jack) that came with a green tea drink with gold ...
... didn't exactly make you want to sleep in the bed.
What made the whole thing worse however, was the poor ventilation in the hotel. Many of the rooms as well as the lobby and restaurant were smoking and this penetrated into everything.
The bathroom didn't help matters. We had heard that space was at a premium in Japan however this was just ridiculous. To get into the bath you practically had to wrap your legs behind ...
... lake. Interesting is their perfection in bathing. A traditional “Onsen” is a public spa of sorts where, in ritual fashion, one showers, rinses, rests in an ultra-clean hot tub with a air-bubbling floor, soaks in a cold bath, and purifies in a steam room. Many hotel room toilets have heated seats, and electronic controls that position small nozzles that clean your privates.....actually not a bad approach.
The pavement shows that it's a tourist place, but tourists mostly wouldn't visit such local stores.
Cool air makes all the waiting much easier. Tsu-ma (my wife) spent much time treasure hunting in cloth shops and appliance stores, not to mention all the crafts shops.
Unfortunately we didn't take pictures of those shops. Of course we took pictures of tourist spots.
... temples. Kyoto is the setting for Memoirs of a Geisha, and the city still retains some of its traditional streets and teahouses. We treated ourself here to a kaiseki, which is a classic Japanese meal made up of lots of small courses. We did it hipster style though, at a trendy little place where you sit up at the counter and watch the footballer-quoiffed chefs work. It was properly delicious and by now we were really falling for Japanese ...