There are still plenty of old temples I haven’t yet been to in Kamakura, and today I randomly stopped off for the first time at the only Buddhist nunnery in the city, Eishoji.
I was the only one there. A welcome solitude, given that Kamakura – a former ancient capital but nowhere near as well known or mass-trampled over as Kyoto, is still on the fast track to overtourism like a miniature Japanese Barcelona or Venice.
It had its own bamboo grove.
And the faint, but replete, lingering years of incense palpable in the wooden rafters.
Beautiful photographs, tranquility in a picture. Thank you.
My pleasure. I thought I would share the peaceful moment
And ……….. breathe.
Thank you
Absolute bliss!
Beautiful, thank you. I remember moments of solitude snatched amid busy work days, in places like this—even Tokyo has them. Balm for the eyes and the mind.
There are so many places I wanted to go see. But I hate the feeling of being the +1 that makes it over trampled.
Thank you.