We rode our Rocketbikes back through the gathering twilight. One final shrine we visited along the way. Rust-borne, eroding. The abode of an Aragami, a powerful spirit of vengeance.
Tag: Aragami
Yuki
Following our interlude at Nekouan, we ducked into one of the countless tiny restaurants which dot the streets of Kyoto, and sat down for a bite to eat. It’s remarkable how tightly the Japanese manage to pack such spaces, an effect made possible seemingly only by necessity and sheer will.