Above a noisy avenue, crushed by advertising, you see a narrow alley. There, on your left. You start instinctively following her. The night has already fallen, the buzz from the engines fades as you enter a maze of small streets. Takoyaki smoke in a shop. Behind old machiyas, a hill invite you climbing. Gradually, the stone steps give way to a dirt road. Some statues of the god Fox discover the path to follow. An odor of incense mingles with that of humus. You have just entered a Shinto shrine. Above your head the pine trees cut the sky. A stream flows and allows you to take a breath.