On our remaining day in Kyoto, my daughter Chhavi and I had been decided to soak in each final second. The town had already provided us so many stunning reminiscences, however we nonetheless had a number of particular locations left to go to.
We began the morning with a little bit of cultural aptitude—Chhavi wore a stunning kimono, and I draped myself in a sari. All dressed up, we walked as much as Nishiki Market, only a quick distance from our lodge, and took some pictures to seize the allure of Kyoto’s streets. It felt like a mild merging of our heritage with the place we had been visiting, one thing we each loved deeply.
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