Exploring Kyoto's Historical Wonders with Friends

A Glimpse into Kyoto's Soul

Kyoto welcomed Sophie and me with a gentle embrace, its ancient spirit palpable from the moment we stepped off the train. After a long journey from Montreal, anticipation bubbled within us as we prepared to immerse ourselves in the city's rich history and breathtaking landscapes. Today marked the beginning of our adventure, a day dedicated to exploring two of Kyoto's most iconic landmarks: Kinkaku-ji, the Golden Pavilion, and Ryoan-ji, home to the enigmatic Zen garden.

Our day began with a traditional Japanese breakfast at Kizahashi, a restaurant in THE THOUSAND KYOTO hotel. The meal was a delicate dance of flavors and textures, a symphony of small dishes that awakened my senses. From the subtly sweet tamagoyaki (rolled omelet) to the savory miso soup, each bite was a testament to the artistry of Japanese cuisine. Sipping on green tea, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, preparing me for the day's explorations. Sophie, ever the early bird, was already planning our route on her phone, eager to capture the perfect shot of Kinkaku-ji. I chuckled, remembering her meticulous planning – a trait that both amuses and impresses me.

With our bellies full and spirits high, we set off to Kinkaku-ji, the Golden Pavilion. As we approached the temple, the air seemed to thicken with a sense of reverence. And then, there it was – a shimmering mirage rising from the tranquil pond, its golden reflection dancing on the water's surface. The sight was simply breathtaking.


Explore Kinkaku-ji, the breathtaking Golden Pavilion in Kyoto, where history and nature blend beautifully in a tranquil setting.

Kinkaku-ji is more than just a temple; it's a symbol of Kyoto's enduring beauty, a testament to the power of art and architecture to transcend time.

The temple's history is as captivating as its appearance. Originally built as a retirement villa for Shogun Ashikaga Yoshimitsu in the late 14th century, it was later converted into a Zen Buddhist temple after his death. The Golden Pavilion, or *Kinkaku*, is actually a *shariden*, a reliquary hall housing sacred relics of the Buddha. The top two floors are covered in gold leaf, a dazzling display of wealth and power that reflects the extravagant Kitayama culture of Yoshimitsu's era. As a restoration technician, I was particularly fascinated by the architectural details of the pavilion. Each floor showcases a different style, from the Shinden style of the Heian aristocracy on the first floor to the Bukke style of samurai residences on the second, and the Chinese Zen Hall style on the third. The seamless blend of these styles is a testament to the skill and vision of the temple's builders.

We strolled through the temple grounds, admiring the meticulously manicured gardens and the serene Kyoko-chi Pond, also known as Mirror Pond. The reflection of the Golden Pavilion on the water was mesmerizing, a perfect harmony of nature and art. I couldn't help but think of my son, Mateo, and how much he would have loved this place. I made a mental note to bring him here someday, to share the beauty and history of Kyoto with him.

After immersing ourselves in the golden splendor of Kinkaku-ji, we sought a change of pace at Ryoan-ji, a Zen temple renowned for its enigmatic rock garden. The contrast between the two temples was striking – from the opulent grandeur of Kinkaku-ji to the austere simplicity of Ryoan-ji.


Discover the tranquil beauty of Ryōan-ji in Kyoto, a renowned Zen temple known for its iconic rock garden and rich cultural heritage.

Ryoan-ji's rock garden is a masterpiece of minimalist design. Fifteen rocks of varying sizes are arranged in five groups on a bed of white gravel, surrounded by low earthen walls. The garden's origins and meaning remain shrouded in mystery, sparking endless debate and interpretation. Some believe it represents islands floating on an ocean, while others see it as a metaphor for the human mind, a space for contemplation and self-discovery.

As I sat on the veranda of the Hojo, the head priest's former residence, gazing at the rock garden, I felt a sense of calm descend upon me. The garden's simplicity was deceptive, inviting me to quiet my mind and focus on the present moment. I noticed that no matter where I stood, one of the rocks was always hidden from view, a subtle reminder of the limitations of human perception. Sophie, ever the pragmatist, found the garden less captivating than Kinkaku-ji, but even she admitted to feeling a sense of peace in its presence. As someone who appreciates the value of cultural preservation, I admire the temple's adherence to the Zen Buddhist principles of simplicity, suggestion, and irregularity. These principles are reflected not only in the rock garden but also in the temple's architecture and overall atmosphere.

Before leaving Ryoan-ji, we explored the temple grounds, discovering a hidden gem in the form of a stone water basin near the teahouse. The basin, known as a *tsukubai*, is ingeniously designed with four kanji characters around a central square, forming the phrase I only know plenty. It was a profound reminder to appreciate what we have and to find contentment in simplicity.

Lunch was at Hafuu, a restaurant celebrated for its exquisite meat dishes. After a morning of temple hopping, we were ready for a hearty meal. The restaurant's ambiance was warm and inviting, and the aroma of grilled meat filled the air. I opted for the wagyu cutlet sandwich, while Sophie chose the sirloin steak. Both dishes were cooked to perfection, the meat melting in our mouths with rich, savory flavor. It was a delightful culinary experience, a perfect complement to our day of cultural exploration. I made a mental note to try to replicate the cutlet sandwich at home for Mateo – a taste of Japan in Montreal.


Discover Hafuu in Kyoto: where premium Japanese beef meets culinary excellence in an elegant setting.

As evening approached, we made our way to Kikunoi Roan for a Kaiseki dinner. The restaurant is renowned for its classic Kyoto cuisine and the dining experience was nothing short of extraordinary. Each dish was a work of art, a delicate balance of flavors, textures, and presentation. From the amuse-bouche of tofu and mushrooms to the rice course with salmon roe, every bite was a revelation. The meal was a celebration of seasonal ingredients, a testament to the artistry of Japanese cooking.


Experience the art of kaiseki dining at Kikunoi Roan in Kyoto - where seasonal flavors meet exquisite presentation.

After dinner, we decided to experience Kyoto's nightlife at L'Escamoteur, a unique bar known for its magical atmosphere and creative cocktails. The bar's interior was like stepping into another world, with quirky decor and moody lighting. Christophe Rossi, the owner and head bartender, is a trained magician, and he puts on a show with his expertly crafted cocktails. Sophie ordered a classic gin and tonic, while I opted for one of Rossi's signature creations, a smoky concoction that was as visually stunning as it was delicious.


Discover L'Escamoteur, Kyoto's enchanting cocktail bar where artistry meets mixology in a whimsical atmosphere. Unforgettable drinks await!

As we sipped our drinks, surrounded by the bar's enchanting ambiance, I reflected on the day's experiences. From the golden splendor of Kinkaku-ji to the silent stones of Ryoan-ji, Kyoto had captivated us with its beauty, history, and culture. It was a day of contrasts, a journey through both the opulent and the serene, the extravagant and the simple. And as we prepared for another day of exploration, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to share this incredible experience with Sophie, my partner in life and adventure.

Tomorrow, we plan to visit the Fushimi Inari Shrine, with its thousands of vibrant red torii gates winding up the mountainside, and Nijo Castle, a stunning example of feudal architecture. I am eager to see what other wonders Kyoto has in store for us. I also heard that there is a Kobo-san Market held on the 25th of every month at To-ji Temple which I would have loved to visit, but maybe next time.

Before drifting off to sleep, I thought of Mateo and Sophie. I am a lucky man.