To the northwest of Kyoto, a majestic bamboo grove connects the earth to the sky. The green of the trees imposes itself on the eyes almost to infinity, until their dizzying verticality, gently jostled by the rustle of the delicate air, gives the opportunity for the light to slip in a few darting rays. Between the bamboos, Sagano invites the visitor to breathe and surrender to the poetry that surrounds him.
