Today (Saturday) I hit the wall and needed just to sleep. So I stayed behind with my d~i~l and granddaughter at home (S was working) while Robert went off on his tod to explore Kyoto a bit more, as well as catch a Louvre exhibition at the Kyoto Museum.
He took the camera and some of the shots featured came back with him. I looked at them a little woozily as I was still in recovery from a nightmare about being on board a jet that because of some runway emergency situation, had to take off suddenly just after landing. I think the dream was telling me that today my exhaustion was a form of jet lag ( a little latent, but real enough for all that.)
One of several Kyoto bridges that span the river ~ this is the most famous one (the name of which I haven't remembered, and as everyone else in the house is asleep, I can't ask them.) It's where people (usually couples) sit quietly together on the bank at night and reflect on things (or whatever it is couples do quietly murmuring together on a riverbank) as the water wanders past. We first experienced this area on our first night here (a public holiday night) when it was a lot busier, with an atmosphere of history, anticipation and peace all rolled into one.
At the moment here, the autumn weather is warm and mild and the air at night velvet-soft. On holidays and weekends, the calm, mild weather is conducive to strolling along the bank, eating out at the many restaurants that line this part of the river, and generally meandering, or sitting and watching the water.
Being Saturday, there were kids playing Saturday sports - in this case, baseball. Steve told us that grassed playing fields are very rare. He made the wry comment that playing rugby on gravel is a little painful.
We are going everywhere by train - Robert was taken by this one; a double-decker train if you please. The train service is immaculate and precise.
This photo is from Friday when we visited Uji, the place where the classic story 'Tales of Genji' was partly set (the last ten chapters.) This is the Uji Bridge which features in the story. This story was written by a woman in the 11th century and is about a 'playboy character' as E described him ... which isn't far from the truth. I couldn't begin to try and explain the very convoluted plot (even the potted version is extremely complicated). It features beautiful illustrations that are typical of classical Japanese art.
And this is why Japan is the origin of haiku - everywhere, nature's small moments are there for the capturing among the hustle and bustle and everyday cares of the world, there are butterflies ...
and herons (on Kyoto city river).
Look closely - there's a brown bird sitting beside this heron - yet to be identified by me (anyone know what it is?)
... and dragonflies ...
And today on a walk, E and I saw a HUGE green grasshopper - unfortunately I didn't have the camera with me (smack hand.) The crickets here chirp like birds, and apparently are the size of birds too.
As well as Uji museum on Friday, we went to the golf tourni. Well, I actually spent most of the time sleeping under a pine tree, listening to the crows go 'Cor!' after every good shot I was missing.
Note the towel around my neck - a great Japanese trick for humid days. A small, soft towel is SO good for keeping the neck and face dry. (You also discover that paper fans are more than just pretty souvenirs.)
Note our son Steve asking a traffic director for directions. We were put wrong in which shuttle bus to catch in order to go to the museum from the golf, and ended up walking for twenty minutes out of our way in the humidity. I was very grateful for the umbrella E had sent me off with. "It's for both rain and sun," she told me. I didn't feel odd because every other woman seemed to have a black umbrella too. Back home in NZ it would be considered strange having an umbrella up on a sunny day (but I don't know why as it is extremely practical and effective.)
Tonight we went into Kyoto city again for dinner and to visit the Gion district where there is a famous shinto shrine. At the station these buskers were playing Irish jigs. Very surreal. With supple hand movements, the guy in the green t-shirt was making a see-through sphere appear as if suspended in mid-air. You could get your palm read - if you understood Japanese.
Another great day in Kyoto. Tomorrow I plan to have coffee with a friend (yes! even over here it's become possible!) and shop and take in some more of Kyoto's rich classical beauty, small moments of nature, its quirkiness, its craft, its history ...