Kanzashi. So far and yet so close! Along and to the side of my traveling loves there is a strip of land, which, I hope, at some point in my life, I will feel in all its Asian details and nuances. Japan. Until I manage to knock on the gates of this country, I will lustily dream of a cherry tree at the foot of the holy mountain, in which I will hang a kanzashi ornament. As a reward, as thanks for its fascinating culture as well as for the gift received not long ago. How? Kanzashi? Yes. I received...