We leave Osaka for Kyoto. We leave the hotel with our bags and suitcases at 10 am, in the direction of the Station Umeda. We put our luggage in a left-luggage lockers, 700 yens for the suitcase and 500 yens for the bag, there are 3 different sizes. We are going to take to the distributor our tickets for Kyoto, 560 yens a person. That costs cheaper to travel with its luggage that to leave them in an instruction. Free of our movements we go off to explore the station, we go up by escalators until 10 ème floor and we finish by walking until the 13th to succeed in Farm Garden. In the staircases of flowers are installed on walls, then we arrive in a kitchen garden, the gardeners bustle on flowerbeds, some to remove one by one flowers faded, others to water or hoe. A kitchen garden confides in us, it consists of small squares of different plants. We discover zucchinis, pepper, pumpkins, shiso, mint, basilica, corn, wheat, and other varieties, quite surrounded of hydrangeas.
It's midday we get down again to take the train, the representative "to Live Japan" waits for us at 3 pm to Kyoto, to put back us the keys of the apartment which we rented for 5 days in the center of Gion.
Later 35mn of express, we arrive at the immense station of Kyoto. We find difficulties the bus station and by following the instructions messengers "to Live Japan" let us take the bus 206. We find the apartment by following the instructions, with no problem at all. It is 2 pm we are an hour early, we decide to take an encas in the coffee situated just below the apartment to wait. Our correspondent is there too having lunch. We take two beers and a sandwich and then rise to the apartment. Clément presents us the subtleties of the apartment and the functioning of the diverse devices, the washing machine, the cooker of rice, light, opening of windows, where are the dishes, shower. He also gives us a rundown on what we can see in 5 days and the situation of the various sites on a card, good restaurants in the surroundings with their speciality, shows us personally where is Lawson, 7 Eleven, Familymart and the great market. We never arrived in a city with so much of information at so not much time. There is so, as we noted nothing, we forget immediately half, we have the indications that he registered on the card.
The installation was finished, we leave making a tour of district, We find easily our first temple, Yasaka shrine, it is easy there is, on every street corner.
In Gion, we meet many ladies and girls in kimono. There are stores of rent, you can rent a traditional attire with kimono and wooden flip-flops for 3000 yens. The tourists find a way at once, they do not feel at ease to walk with flip-flops in spite of socks with the separate thumb. In the temple, by photographing three Japanese tourists in kimono I perceives me that one of her too films me, her if approach asks me where from I come. Them, them are Korean.
We return via the high-octane gasoline market to take some sparkling water and punnets of pineapple. In them restoring they do not serve fruits as dessert and it misses us a little. Fruits in Japan are dear, a big apple 250 yens, a pineapple 1000 yens, a melon also.
After a repair night, we take the bus 17 for Ohara a small village in the North of Kyoto. We have a little of evil to find the bus stop. There are in fact two buses 17, one green and one brown, brown is marked Ohara but does not stop in the same place as green, we see him passing, it is now enough to know where we be going to be able to rise. After several information given in Japanese, we manage to find the good stop. He is planned a "bucolic" day, in gardens and fields in the campaign.
The specialities of the village they are pickles, we taste a few every without always to identify of what they consist. We find several fields of shizo, he grows here better than at Céline, he has to be at their home, or the climate is better adapted.
We go up a way lined with shops of pickles, it is not the choice which is lacking. We go up to the temple Sanzen in, then stroll in the gardens which adjoin him. Big one butterfly black, defies us. He gathers azaleas during flight, he never settles, difficult for the photo. Small one court of water serpente between paths, foam is omnipresent nevertheless hydrangeas suffer from the heat or from the drought, flowers hangs, arbor do not have the strength to support them. Small stone characters hide in the foam, two frogs cause a big stir in their puddle. At the very top a row of shelves where rest thousands of warriors' small figurines, a little more than 17000, I considered them 47 times 375 statuettes, in more they is numbered. Close by one other temple Shorin in, more than millennium surrounded with its foam garden and with its puddle in frogs. In an angle a bell, obviously it is attractive, I ring her ... and am muttered! Adjoining the temple, we find a garden with ceremony of the tea. Fortunately there were small stools, I was able to taste the matcha calmly in front of the garden and in front of its seven-hundred-year-old pine. It is the bucolic day!
We return to the bus station. We stop along the way taking a small meal, we opt for two dishes of soba cold (dough), Sylvie takes famous tororo soba and I kinoko mozore soba. After this tasting, even if certain elements not been able to be identified, it was very good. We tried to understand with what was made Tororo the slightly sticky foam appearance of which was unknown us. We questioned the cook who spoke only Japanese and who answered us of an obvious tone by Tororo when we showed him the plate. Two shops farther, we command each an ice, we choose vanilla half, half shizo red. We have a vanilla, and a shizo. We progress in Japanese but there is progress to be made. We go to temple following one le Jakko in. The way leading to it crosses fields, the cultures surround houses, fields of rice in overhang, the innondation is assured if the small dike gives in.
The temple is anything, but the way which leads to it is beautiful, it serpente between the cultures among which several fields of shizo. It grows very well here.
Return, by bus until Gion, we return to the apartment via small alleys, following a small river very shaded and lined with restaurants both quoted. We meet along the way two apprentices geisha girls. We return having bought some water and fruits. Just in front of the supermarket in a small alley, a sleeping well exposed to the sun pagoda: the photo is compulsory. Phew the bucolic day is finished, a good shower and a little of rest.