Kyoto Nara Here we are at last in Kyoto, bustling, vibrant. There, you really feel in Japan, many women in traditional dress, temples, but also of skyscrapers, shopping arcades filled with ... well, the joint between Japanese tradition and contemporary.
So we spend three days here wandering through the streets, visiting temples, the golden temple, of course. It is in the midst of beautiful gardens. The, young students we stop every 10 meters for us to ask questions and improve their English ...
Another temple gave us a free concert. A school of music played in the main courtyard. And I said congratulations, that was great, not a false note and they were between 13 and 16.
We also climbed the tower for the Kyoto overlooking the hills above the city. And high-biensur we became acquainted with the mascot (ah those Japanese ...)
Then we had the chance to visit the flea market, really interesting. It features antiques, such as kimonos and used food as at home, whatever.
The east of the city is on the side of a hill and countless temples, very charming. One of them, Gion temple, offers a night tour, not to be missed, with the fall colors it was magical!
And of course, the diversity of restaurants is unbelievable. Well, to change you, here is a showcase of Japanese restaurant ... tracking a car and the Japanese Kyoto station just hallucintante.
The great work of the Mitterrand era have incorporated our urban subconscious. Like the Eiffel Tower, their scandal evaporated. The bickering and screaming accompanying their erection are now smiling. Jack Lang will be remembered, in the manner of an "Uncle Jack said," The Battles in the Louvre (Editions RMN). Tolerate their presence does not mean, however we love them. Far from it. If the Louvre is a success, his next Forum des Halles luxury not a sympathetic hearing: museum and mall will begin by the same sadly letter. Remain the three fridges Paris: La Grande Arche, the Opéra, the BNF. If we agree to find the massive, imposing, intimidating, these buildings still call the epithets "icy", "sinister "" Dehumanized. " Cathedrals of glass as a warm kiss of scrap, they are daughters of an aesthetic that survive poorly in its opening. Once the tape off after us the deluge. The major steps of the Opera Bastille? Closed to the public for fifteen years. The foot of the Ark? A mouthful of blizzard. The front of the TGB? A sullen ice. In the windows of these towers, reflected the arrogance of a "pharaonat" costly and haughty, he remains as icebergs. 
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