There are days that arrive quietly and become, without announcing themselves, something you will carry for a long time. Today was one of those. Ginkakuji area on a tender early afternoon. My dear friend Irene and I found ourselves at a small restaurant in this neighbourhood of Kyoto that holds its beauty without advertising it — old wooden facades, narrow streets that feel like they belong to a different century, the particular hush of a place that has not tried very hard to