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Autumn, Geisha, Golden Pavillion, Kyoto, Ofuro, Shinkansen, Temples, Yukata
My Kyoto memories are made of these
An aging geisha and her samisen
Young geishas in kimono worn over geta, clip-clopping, clacking over tatami
barefoot, cautious footfalls on ancient floors of golden temples with a thousand
stories of shoguns and samurai and the bravery of glistening katana
cherry blossoms in the spring, the palette of leaves changing colors in the fall
the chatter of school children off the train and the silence of polite crew of the shinkansen
In my yukata, I revel in the quiet of my hotel room, I go about my quotidian rhythms on soft toilet seats, and ofuro
Hai , my memories of Kyoto are made of these
Domo arigato gozaimasu
