I passed Kyoto’s Chion-in temple before I was drawn through a quiet entrance like a hooked fish pulled in on a fishing line. Tall redwoods lined one side of a path and bamboo the other. Overhead, crows protested my intrusion, but I continued along the peaceful trail until I reached the Mausoleum of Emperor Hanazono.
The mausoleum wasn’t grand, but the walk towards the shrine was the bonus because of its restful atmosphere after the hubbub of the other sites I’d visited that day.
From here to there 