Japan
I found the disc with the rest of my Japan pictures on (I forgot about them when my old PC died on me). I'm a bad bloggy person.
This is where the Emperor hangs out if he ever needs to go to Kyoto. It's not that old, only a hundred and fifty years. I remember the tour guide we had for that day was really annoying and no good at his job. He kept telling us really bad jokes instead of telling us stuff about the places.
I never really appreciated orange as a colour until I went to Japan, although Carth Onasi helped.
This is the gate for the Emperor, I think there was one specially for his lady-wife too.
The roof detail has the Imperial Family Crest on it.
Pretty pretty gardens.
Nijo-jo or Kyoto castle (think fortifications, not crenelations) was the home of the Edo Shogonate, bits of it date back to the early 1600s. This place had an honest-to-goodness nightingale floor, which I got to walk across (barefoot or sockfoot, whatever). Doesn't sound like a nightingale, more like a squeaky supermarket trolley, but no way could anyone sneak up on you. Again, I couldn't take any photos inside because the castle is full of fragile paintings.
Some roof detail.
You can see the triple spiral symbol of the family crest on the roof.
Those are some pretty cool stones.
This is where the Emperor hangs out if he ever needs to go to Kyoto. It's not that old, only a hundred and fifty years. I remember the tour guide we had for that day was really annoying and no good at his job. He kept telling us really bad jokes instead of telling us stuff about the places.
I never really appreciated orange as a colour until I went to Japan, although Carth Onasi helped.
This is the gate for the Emperor, I think there was one specially for his lady-wife too.
The roof detail has the Imperial Family Crest on it.
Pretty pretty gardens.
Nijo-jo or Kyoto castle (think fortifications, not crenelations) was the home of the Edo Shogonate, bits of it date back to the early 1600s. This place had an honest-to-goodness nightingale floor, which I got to walk across (barefoot or sockfoot, whatever). Doesn't sound like a nightingale, more like a squeaky supermarket trolley, but no way could anyone sneak up on you. Again, I couldn't take any photos inside because the castle is full of fragile paintings.
Some roof detail.
You can see the triple spiral symbol of the family crest on the roof.
Those are some pretty cool stones.