With some difficulty, I managed to get to my hotel. My room was near the top, and the whole hotel had a 1970’s-80’s feel to it. The whole of it felt like it was stuck in a different Era, much like the city it resided in.
My hotel had one distinct advantage, it was directly across from the Shogun’s palace. As I mentioned in a previous post, the Shogun was the military leader of Japan, who held the royal family hostage, and ruled by proxy. This was one of his Palaces.
Despite the rain or maybe because of it, I felt I was passing through time. The whole of Kyoto had that feel. It felt like a place lost in time, steeped in honor and shrouded in myth. The whole of the place felt imposing as if the whole of it was pressing the weight of authority upon you.
Though I didn’t capture any photos of it I was able to score a few bottles of premium Sake from a local vendor who’d set up shop in the park. So slightly inebriated I left and crossed the old moat back into the modern world.