Hot Springs Pleasure Trip Nene | Yoshitaka Japane...

Her palanquin, simple but sturdy, swayed gently as the retinue of a dozen loyal attendants, guards, and her favorite court ladies ascended the wooded path to the secluded hot springs of Yoshino. The leaves were a tapestry of crimson and gold, each gust of wind sending a silent prayer of colour fluttering to the earth.

But Nene waved a dismissive hand. “No private bath tonight. We are not here as nobility. We are here as travellers seeking warmth and rest. I shall bathe with the other women when the hour is late.” Hot Springs Pleasure Trip Nene Yoshitaka JAPANE...

A nightingale sang in the dark forest.