The Fujiya Hotel.
So this side of Japan utterly takes my breath away. Welcome to the mountains of Hakone and the completely magnificent Fujiya Hotel...
We arrived in Hakone by switch-back train, that slowly edged its way up, going from left to right, over and over again. This tiny stamp of a platform was our stop.
Shortly after - The Fujiya Hotel, in all its greatness - old and magnificent. Think The Grand Budapest Hotel of Japan, a.k.a. a movie set waiting to happen.
The completely abandoned, mist-encased swimming pool.
A lounge.
The view. From our room. I can't even.
The tiny hallway of a tea room, overlooking the damp Japanese gardens, umbrellas at every door for your possible stroll.
A conservatory lounge.
We ventured 'down' to Lake Ashi, 700 metres above sea level. Pause at this slice of bliss, Bakery & Table. We may or may not have had Salted Caramel buns, Cranberry And Dark Chocolate rolls, hot and melty Garlic loaf, and a crunchy Apple danish.
Two caramel lattes later.
Giant cedar trees lined a path cut out through the mountains for travellers hundreds of years ago.
And Lake Ashi itself. I was in mist, dew fallen, fog and mountainous heaven.
Part 3, the final instalment of Mum's trip next - The Open Air Museum, Life Around Home In Higashikurume, And Haneda Airport - random, but sunset views of Mount Fuji on the train and the stunning observation deck for plane watching and cosy coffees were perfect for a slightly teary farewell.
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