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About Kyoto

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Special Reports

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First off, I head down to Chuo-dori, the main street. It’s buzzing, like always. Tourists everywhere, takin’ pics of the Zenko-ji Temple. I mean, it’s a cool spot, but c’mon, people! It’s not a photo op, it’s a sacred place! I’m just tryin’ to get my morning coffee at this little joint called “Café de Nagano.” Best coffee ever, but the line? Ugh, it’s like waiting for a pig to fly.

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