I was in Suzuka on the weekend. An ancient beautiful city, churches everywhere - the atmosphere is such that even take a chart straight, take the Russian spirit out of the air and sing the bread.
Walking around the monastery, we see a high bell. We stop, look at it, discuss architecture. I hear a voice from my back:
Do you want to get up at the bell?
We turn around, stands an old grandmother monk. Such a straight picture, right.
The first thought in my head: Well, here! The sensitive heart of the grandmother recognized among the crowds of tourists those whose souls are pure and impeccable, and the thoughts are bright. How long, it must have been, she waited for the day when she could open the door of the bell to the devout laity, but all the worthy people did not meet her.
Of course we want! We respond with the choir.
100 rubles per person.