I visited Kumamoto Castle last year. 10 years after an earthquake had wrecked havoc on it.

Not usually a fan of modern conveniences encroaching upon ancient landmarks. But since I was saddled with two children, I appreciated the availability of escalators that enabled me (and the stroller) to reach the vantage without breaking a sweat.

But maybe indelible travel memories aren’t made of this.

Impressions are carved into stone when I get to peek into the lives of the locals. Don’t remember much about Nagoya Castle but honestly, it doesn’t matter. I remember admiring how Japanese of all ages danced to the same catchy summer tunes, sweating it out during a scorching summer night.

I also remember visiting Okayama Castle during the New Year holiday. I took a photo of a Japanese lady kneeling down in kimono. What was she thinking about? I will never know. But enigmas are what stir the traveller’s heart.