Villa of the Detached Heart

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After tearing myself from the cosiness of my bed this freezing morning (futons hold your body's warmth for more than an hour I have noticed), I took a long hot bath.
Made my way to a temple where I was told they made costumes out of chrysanthemums, which they did. I went into one area, and watched as Mothers lined their traditionally dressed children up in front of a screen and photographed them. I was bemused by even the youngest children's abilities to hold more than one 'action' pose.
Wandered down the road and found a garden, it was the former home of the Mitsubishi family, with both a Western and Japanese style house. Sat in the Japanese house and had green tea, but there wasn't anyone else there to talk to.


Later when I came out a nice woman struck up conversation with me, and it always gets around to the weather and how Australia is opposite. She was a bit kooky and I liked her. When she left I watched her cross the garden to a huge ginkgo tree where she performed a ministration worthy of great applause.
Kept wandering and actually found my way back to another area I had been before, another connection. Had to check in the mirror that I didn't have something all over my face, for all the stares I got today, there wasn't anything on my face except my face.
I got some yummy gyoza on the way home, and some kimchi, are you allowed to eat them together? I did and liked it.