Kyoto is a gem, a miracle of emotions and wonders. I remember my first visit to Eikando Temple, 23 years ago. I perfectly remember this feeling. It was Winter. The air was crisp. The temple was totally empty. Shoes had to be removed before entering. The wooden floor was cold underneath the socks, it cracked when walking. There were children laughters in the distance and ravens croaking. And a waxed wood and incense mix in the air that filled the nostrils. Suddenly there was a gong echo and chanted psalms. It was both mysterious and reassuring. A multi-sensorial shock.