The Buddha is always there. But, alas, he never shows himself.
It's just gone 7am in Kyoto．I'm standing in the grounds of Higashi-Honganji Temple, a quarter of an hour off the nightbus from Tokyo, watching drinking water trickle from a dragon`s mouth. Elderly Japanese are hosing down the courtyard, sweeping yellow leaves, sitting at benches with votive tablets and incense sticks, waiting in silence for the first customer of the day.
I set off towards the sun, a pale red orb above the eastern hills, racing the tour groups to Kiyomizudera.