I remember,
walking to the Golden Pavillon in Kyoto. It was a long and exhausting walk against the clock, for I had to cross the whole city and the closing hour was drawing close. Yet, I made it and it is one of my best memories of Japan.
walking to the Golden Pavillon in Kyoto. It was a long and exhausting walk against the clock, for I had to cross the whole city and the closing hour was drawing close. Yet, I made it and it is one of my best memories of Japan.