October 4, 2024
We arose from a deep sleep in the Henn na hotel, despite the room’s juvenile dinosaur theme, and headed down to the hotel breakfast in what was described as an Irish Pub, with memorabilia of the Rolling Stones in Kyoto. The woman in charge of the breakfast seemed to be struggling with the pushy and loud behavior of the non-Japanese guests who were not following Japanese social norms of humble patience and keeping their voices down. We had a nice variety of foods and a very satsifactory breakfast.
We decided to get outside and explore the nearby temple and garden.
the Higashi Hongan-ji was a vast wooden temple and people were arriving for an early ceremony.
We removed our shoes, as is the custom, and explored the temple a bit.
After exploring and and appreciating the temple, we turned east to a local Shoseien Garden, but as we arrived the rain intensified. We did make it around the temple but decided we would need an umbrella, and also to find some protection from the rain if we could find somewhere.
It was only 10 am at this point, our room not available to us due to changing rooms, and we needed a place to hang out and rest before my photography workshop at 2 pm. We found a quiet combined café and art gallery where we were the only visitors and settled in for an extended cup of cappuccino.
We were grateful for our little respite, and while we were inside the rain lessened to a mild drizzle alternating with cloudy. We walked east an north to the gate of the Otani Hyombo temple and garden where I would meet the leader of a photography workshop. The photographer turned out to be Paul Close, a former photographer for the Grand Rapids Press, who left Grand Rapids behind to go teach English in Japan, but ended up marrying and staying there for 30 years.
Paul and I walked through the temple grounds and then into the small streets, still surviving the crush of tourism that is overwhelming this area of Kyoto.
It was getting late, I said good-bye to Paul and walked back to the hotel, hoping my cell phone would hold it’s charge to help me with directions. I walked by the massive rail yard on the way back.
Beautiful photos, Eric. The gardens resemble Meijer Japanese Garden here in GR.