After trawling around the art stuff we called into the ryokan’s café that’s just out front of the main house. A lady working there had excellent English from living in the States for a lot of years. She helped us loads with how to get around, when our forwarded luggage would be arriving etc. I know this sounds very British of me, but I was thankful of being able to have a conversation with someone. I must learn a little more of the language before I visit a country next time.
The ryokan picture in the book looks like a very uninteresting modern building, it’s only when you enter the sliding paper door do you realise what the building is really like. It’s not a modern building at all (it has a relatively modern roof) but a 400 year old house. Our part of the accommodation was 3 large rooms all with tatami mats. So shoes off at the first outdoor step, no shoes or slippers at the tatami mats and slippers for the rest of the house. There was a table in one room with a couple of silk pillows on the floor where dinner was served that evening. The futon mattresses and quilts were stored in cupboards with sliding paper doors to be made up later.
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