Kamakura III

The first temple I found at the end of the main road outside the train station was the classic Buddhist temple. Imagine a large man-made pond, monks sweeping with straw brooms (no kidding), and children feeding giant carp. This is a bridge over the pond to an island in the middle where monks pray.

The variety of Japanese visitors was immense. I still cannot categorise Japanese tourists. There are places thugs would never been seen in the United States. Flower gardens are one of many. Here, they wore low jeans, sideways caps, and hipster/skater tees, but carefully leaned over tranquil streams on the grounds to get a better view. All of this was along suburban families and young walking couples.