Guarded by foxes, the messengers of Inari, we hiked the path of the thousand red torii, exploring Mount Inari and its inner shrines, unveiling their secrets and its beauty.
We got on the Shinkansen back to Kyoto and stopped by Inari at the end of the day. It was the perfect place to relax after a day of sweating and walking. We got to see the paths of torii and climbed up the mountain until we found the various shrines.
This sacred mountain is the most important Shinto shrine to Inari, the god of rice, and the thousands of toriis that make up the paths into the mountain and through various small shrines, are donations of individuals and companies to Inari.
As you climb up the steps, you can definitely feel something beautiful, something pure and honest, and as you reach the Yotsutsuji intersection, half way up the mountain, when the torii gates aren’t so close together anymore, there’s a beautiful view over Kyoto. It was the end of the day, with the sun setting in the horizon, and all the colours and light are dim but beautiful…and that’s when you can feel the magic of that place.
Since we didn’t get to eat Okonomoyaki in Osaka we had it in Kyoto, at a tiny place with proper hot plates on the table to cook your own Okonomoyaki. The food was every bit as delicious as we thought it would be, and what made the experience even better was the beer and the baseball game on television that everyone seemed to be following. It was the perfect ending to a tiring day.