I turned on my side, studying the intricate pillar designs, cross-hatching, and delicate soaring beams that held up the Yurt around me. Our group was cosy; thick wool blankets and a heater kept the November chill at bay, and I couldn’t stop...
My fiancé and I were on our way to Japan’s famous art island, Naoshima, for a much-anticipated weekend of art galleries and yurts. However, despite our panicked dash, we’d just missed our ferry out of Takamatsu port. Like it or not, we...