Imagine dusk settling over an old neighbourhood in the backstreets of Kyoto. The black tiled rooftops and tree branches are silhouetted against the deepening indigo sky. The sagging telephone lines with their mess of cables stand out like strands of spaghetti. An old man, bucket and washrag under his arm, makes his way down the … More Where Traditions Live On
Under an azure blue sky Kyoto bursts into a kaleidoscope of color. The brilliant patterns of kimonos, the elaborate dress of the geishas, the dark polished wood of traditional houses with red lanterns at the doorway and buds just about to burst into flowers. A few scattered trees are already in bloom, their boughs waving languidly in the breeze.