On our last day in Kyoto, we took the train to Arashiyama. It’s a suburb in the base of the mountains with an old feel. The streets are cobblestoned and winding, the buildings weathered wood. Although the area was filled with people bustling preparing temples for the new year, and the restaurants were packed (we were turned away three times because there were no seats before we were finally able to squeeze into a place for lunch!), the city itself maintained a sleepy feel.
Arashiyama has many sights, but it’s particularly notable for it’s large bamboo groves. Here, in paths bushwhacked through, you can wander and weave through a forest of giant stalks.