A travel journal from the Far East
The first week of April transforms Kyoto into something out of a painting. Pale pink petals drift down onto stone lanterns, and the air carries that particular stillness of a city that has perfected the art of slowing down.
Read more →We left the dock before sunrise. The bay was a sheet of silver, the karst islands rising like brushstrokes from mist. By the time the sun cleared the limestone cliffs, we had the whole anchorage to ourselves.
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