November 18

Rain, 100% rain, who knew that Kanazawa was known for rain. Our guide told us the saying goes,”You can forget your lunch, but don’t forget your umbrella.” The hotel lent us see through umbrellas, I have never been so glad to have one that came down past my shoulders. Torrential downpours as we walked through the streets of the Geisha section of Kanazawa. This is also know as one of the best places to see artisans work. Our guide spoke excellent English having worked as an ambassador to the Empress. She seemed delighted to be leading us down the narrow streets in the pouring rain, pointing out different houses from different eras. As if there was not enough water on the streets already, they have these small round steel circles squirting water out of them. They were like small springing fountains squirting water out the sides creating just enough water to make sure the tops of your shoes throughly soaked. I was told they were testing these to make sure they worked for the winter snow. Because the ground water is a warmer temperature than the outside, it melts the snow. I wonder what it would be like to have these in Stowe. Somehow I can’t see it working, just creating a skating rink on our sidewalks.

Despite the fact it was raining, we managed to enjoy the area. She assured us we were good and early because soon the tourists would be coming despite the rain and we would not be able to take pictures. This is a busy tourist season. Sure enough, by 10:00 the buses had arrived and people were roaming the streets fighting for room for their umbrellas. We were on our way out of the area at this time to go to an artist who painted designs for kimonos on silk.

Up a narrow staircase in the artists house, we opened a door to his studio to see the most magnificent kimono hanging on the wall. He greeted us and began to explain how he painted the silk. First he drew ideas as a concept, then folded paper in a kimono shape and created the design on the small paper kimono. Once he had approval from his client, he drew the design on a life size paper kimono making sure that each design would fit with each panel of the kimono. Then he began to draw with a paste on the silk. The paper design is below him and he has a light which allows the silk to be transparent so he can see his design below. He begins painting using commercial dyes, holding the brush straight up. He is able to paint without the paint running into the next part of the design because the paste prevents the ink from running. Both Shap and I tried our hand at it. It is tedious and if I sat on the bench he sat with his legs folded I am sure I would not be able to unwind myself at the end of the day. He says he works 12 hours a day. Oh think of the cramps.

Once the design is done, it needs to be steamed to set the dye. From there it goes through another process of covering the whole design with the paste he used in the beginning, then shaking wood dust over it and steaming it again. After that it gets washed and the wood dust and paste go away. The water that washes the cloth must be running otherwise it will cause the dyes to run. Not sure I got that concept.

It must dry on a rack where no part of the silk touches the other part to prevent dye from getting where it should not be. It then goes to the tailor who fits the dress to the person. The designs must line up with each other. The kimono is one size for all. You make it fit by rolling it up to the right length and tying it. Hence, the reason for the sash.

The artist showed us many designs of various sashes he has made and his award winning ones, such as the giraffe below. For each kimono, women like to have three sashes. It takes about one hour to dress in a kimono. It also takes about one year from design to finish to make a kimono.

The kimonos of Kyoto were very different as they were woven instead of painted. These kimonos were worn by the royalty of the Emperor. The kimonos of Kanazawa were for the Samurai women. These were painted and not as flashy as the woven kimonos. Although I was never intrigued by kimonos I have come to see them in a new light. They are truly works of art and to be treasured.

Below you can see some of his work and scenes from today in the rain.

November 15

Actually it is Sunday November 16th, but I was beyond exhausted last night so here I am at 9:30 AM writing yesterday’s blog. We have already been up since 6 AM to get to the bamboo forest before the crowds. More on that later.

Hana, our guide greeted us at 9 AM and off we went to the first of two sights of cultural importance. Our first stop , Nijo Castle, was built to protect the power and wealth of the Shogun. This was the beginning of the Tokugawa Shogunate in 1603 and its end in 1867, when the last shogun, Tokugawa Yoshinobu, returned political power to the Emperor within the castle’s Ninomaru Palace. What I did not understand was the difference between the Emperor and the Shogunate. I thought he Emperor held all the power and the Shogun was the military wing under the direction of the Emperor. It was the opposite. In 1603 the Shogun became the power and they kept the Emperor as a figure head as many people felt the Emperor was a god. Because the Emperor at that time lived in Kyoto and the Shogun lived in Tokyo, it was important for the Shogun to have a residence in Kyoto when he visited the Emperor. Today the Emperor has the power.

The palace was very interesting architecturally, as it was built with a series of box like structures placed on a diagonal in order to bring sunlight into all of the rooms, as there was not electricity when the palace was built. As we walked the floors squeaked. These were the famous “Nightingale Floors.” The squeak was put in the floors so no one could advance into the residence without notice. I would have had Shap fix the floor.

There were many waiting rooms with beautiful decorations of tigers, trees, flowers, etc. It seems you might have to wait for days to see the Shogun, advancing from one room to the next. They did have a senior citizens room, but it did not look anymore comfortable. What happened if you were old and creaky and could not sit long? No women were allowed to see the Shogun, so at least I would not have had to bring my knitting and lunch.

On to the Kinkaku-ji Temple known as the Golden Stupa. It was built in 1397 and was a residence until the Shogun died and gave it as a temple. It was beautifully situated in the center of a pond with islands of trees surrounding it. The entire building represents 3 architectural styles on three levels, and is painted with entirely in gold. An amazing site. Here I bought talisman or prayers for friends who are sick, for good health, for dreams to come true and said a prayer to send to the universe for all my friends who are sick or recovering from surgery or illness.

Hana then took us on a 30 minute bus ride to the Gion section where many of the geisha’s perform, train, and live and the most famous temple,Kennin-ji Temple, is located. Taking the bus reminds me of the circus cars where many clowns would explode from the car. As you get on (only by the back door) there are already too many people crowded together for anyone to fit in, but fit in you do. You are now standing inch to inch when the bus stops and someone from the very back has to try to make their way to the front of the bus weaving and pushing people aside.Why not go out the back door you ask? Because you do not pay when you get on the bus, you pay when you get off.

When we exploded from the bus, Hana took us on a short walk, and thanked us for a nice time. Whoa, wait a minute, “Where are we?” She gets out her phone and shows us and then gives instructions on how to get to our hotel or to the place we are meeting in the afternoon for a class. “Oh you take the #12 bus and go two stops and you will be near the ceramic place. ” Hana was lovely and very helpful, her English was very good. She had more confidence in our abilities than we did. But how hard could this be? After all we have made our way through Russia, getting arrested and in Berlin being evacuated from the train for not having a ticket, and we survived.

After a lunch of “pizza bread ” for Shap. Interesting looking for sure, and Japanese noodles for me we decided to take the #12 bus to our Kintsugi class. This is the method of repairing ceramics by adhering the pieces together and then finishing the lines with gold or silver. Google did not help us and we ended up off the grid. We got off, looked at the walking map (25 minutes) and began our trek. Straight up, up, and up and all of a sudden we were in the Nishiki market. All of Kyoto’s tourists must have been on this covered street with food vendors hawking their wares, and smells of every kind offending your senses. Try moving through a crowd to get somewhere fast with people coming at you, stepping in front of you, pushing you to the side and eating food in the middle of the path. This went on for blocks and blocks. Finally we are 10 minutes away meaning we would be on time. Racing along the street, turning right into a parking garage where we are suppose to have our class. After many attempts with Google, I asked two ladies on the street. Ten minutes later they figured where we should be and took us directly there. We would never have gotten there on our own.

The class was amazing. After all the hustle and bustle of the outside world, we entered a small studio with our Interpreter and our instructor Two amazingly patient women who for two hours taught us this method and educated us on the history and the special glue from the trees that is used. Shap and I were so happy with our results and are coming home with a “cooler” of our work. Apparently you have to “cure” it in an even temperature, and keep it moist for two weeks. So we have it all packed in a “cooler” they gave us, wrapped in a plastic bag ready to go home. We were so busy I forgot to take pictures.

Dinner at a “beef” restaurant in our own little room and our own hibachi, another long walk back to the hotel. 15, 400 steps today. Now you know why I could not do my blog last night

November 16

It’s 6 AM when the alarm goes off and I feel like I have walked every one of those steps I have been bragging about. Because everyone gave us the advice of going to the bamboo forest early we set out a 6:30 WITHOUT coffee. Since the sun was barely up the photo opportunities were limited until after 7:30. What was not limited were the amount of people with cell phones taking pictures of each other with the bamboo as the back drop and 50 other people in the background also taking pictures of themselves. If this is what it was like at 7 AM, I hate to think of the amount of crowds later.

Finally the sun began to rise and offered us better opportunities. We walked along the path but never did find the bridge that everyone takes pictures of. Perhaps we were in the wrong bamboo forest. I wish I had gone to a different site that offered a temple and a small bamboo forest with (it said in the guide book) few visitors.

The red maple trees with the sunlight were exquisite. The beauty of them was hard to catch on camera. We walked through the bamboo, then in a more open area where the maple trees displayed their grandeur and out did the bamboo forest. Frankly I could have stayed in bed and not gone to the bamboo forest as I did not find it that exciting and picture taking was near impossible with all of the people.

We spent the rest of the day walking Old Kyoto and going to the Kyoto history museum. I came away wondering if all of the people who were living centuries ago in all cultures were at the same time period making pottery, bronze work, and creating images of humans. I find the similarities of the work, the use of stones etc. surprisingly the same, especially the human form.

I will admit after two days of walking 7 miles each day and piling another 6 miles today, I am feeling it in all of my bones. Tomorrow we move on by train and to a ceramic workshop.