Fushimi Inari — A Path Through a Thousand Gates

My first stop in Kyoto was the iconic Fushimi Inari Taisha, a place that feels alive with spirit and tradition. As I approached the shrine, the atmosphere grew vibrant — the air filled with the gentle hum of conversations, the scent of incense drifting through, and the rhythmic sound of footsteps on the stone path. It was clear that this place draws travelers from all around the world, each eager to walk through its legendary torii gates.

The path beneath those bright vermilion arches felt almost otherworldly. Stretching endlessly up the mountainside, the gates formed a winding tunnel of vivid color, shifting with each turn of light. With every step, the noise of the crowds softened, leaving only the sound of the forest whispers and the crunch of gravel underfoot. It was a moment where time seemed to slow — a peaceful rhythm between the sacred and the everyday.

By the time I reached one of the midpoints overlooking Kyoto, I felt a quiet sense of awe. Fushimi Inari wasn’t just a sight to see — it was an experience to feel, a journey both upward and inward.