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We planned on going to several tourist sites and a big market but first Kazo took us to the bus stop to where we could head to Sagano, Where there is a bamboo forest. Before we could get the day started we had to get some food so I took Weronika to Yoshinoya. Everything to her can have some artistic qualities; she was filming and photographing everything. I have to say though that I may have gotten a few cool shots in there too.

We walked  about 15 km to find  a Shinto shrine called Fushimi Inari. along the way stopping to take photos of ordinary, Japanese things through Japan’s highly reflective surfaces. I always thought of reflections as something you try to avoid in photography especially when trying to shoot through glass but she showed me how they can be incorporated to make some pretty cool pictures. Eventually we made it to the shrine and were welcomed my a huge orange tori gate. I was eaten alive by mosquitoes but Not one seemed to touch Weronika. Up some stairs there are two pathways which are covered by a few hundred tori gates making an almost completely covered tunnel. At the top there are some columns with a stone on top. Supposedly if you drop in a coin and say a prayer you will be given the strength to lift the bowling ball size stone; I lifted it, and didn’t pray or donate.

We were exhausted and tried to hitch back from a convenient store to the train station but without success, nor a real effort. At least the fried-mashed potato-hashbrown-like thing I bought tasted amazing.  The road to our host’s house is blocked by Kyoto Station so you have to zig-zag trough some small streets and cross an overpass. but we decided to try a different route and ended up on the side of the train station, which is a mall, sort of. Inside we couldn’t find a way through but we did find a really cool waterfall. there are nozzles in a line across the ceiling and it has been programmed to let water drop in certain patterns making Japanese writing and stars and circles; it was mesmerizing.

As we were walking through the mall area and a lady walked between us and instead of letting go of her hand I just raised up and the old lady laughed and ducked under our raised arms. Weronika told me about how Crossing under arches is related to sacred symbology; something about a transition between one spirit world and another. I had us send several little children and older people to different spirit worlds; it was great to see their reactions of surprise and amusement.

We wanted to go to an old Geisha neighborhood but Weroika’s camera was dead so we first wanted to eat and charge the camera. In Tokyo she had no problem plugging in at a cafe or restaurant while she ate but in Kyoto she got an, “IMPOSSIBLE!” we ate curry anyways and were too lazy and cold to go out.