At night, sitting naked in the onsen baths of the Arai Ryokan, you can see the koi fish sleeping. As you sink into its mineral-rich waters, the plump, iridescent bodies of the fish, all silver and citrus orange, flock to the light piercing through the natural murk of the pond via a floor-height window. Here, in lieu of pan-flute relaxation music, there’s something more serene: near silence. Just the rippling water and the rare patter of bare feet, as other patrons, every so often, pace the corridors outside.
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