In Lin'an in March, the fragrance of flowers overflows, and the beautiful Kyoto seems to be intoxicated with the fragrance.
It was almost noon, and the originally noisy and bustling Japanese market was somewhat quiet, and the warm and humid spring breeze made people drowsy. The shops on both sides of the street, once their doors are open, are rarely visited. Even the larger pubs and teahouses are deserted and the place is deserted.