For the Japanese, rice fields are the symbol of the land. There are so many things in their land.
There is one thing that particularly touches me about the Japanese - their contemplative soul.
Imagine a world where beauty is found in imperfection. Where far from hiding the marks and traces of time, they are embraced and polished with care, love and gold powder...
In the middle of Tokyo, there is a mysterious but tangible forest. It is one of those landscapes that saturates your mind without warning.
In Japan, the anticipated joy of lifting the lid of a homemade bento*, tasty, colorful and full of vitamins, is for some a daily rendez-vous.