Lori Ellis


In February, the streets are quiet. Buses are silent. Only eyes are revealed beneath hats and scarves, and yet I feel welcomed. I am bowed into and out of restaurants, stores, temples, galleries, and gardens. Within these orderly frames there are constant delights for the eye, ear, nose and palate. I am seduced and consumed by the sensual. By May, I have fallen into and out of love with every quarter of the city many times over. The forces and rhythms that affect my developing relationship with Kyoto are recorded by the almost daily entries of the Kyoto Blog.