By nine in the morning, Kiyomizu-dera is a sea of umbrellas and selfie sticks. By nine in the evening, when the gates are closed to the public and the lanterns along the approach have been lit for no one in particular, it is something else entirely โ and a small number of visitors each year get to see it that way.
After-hours temple access in Kyoto is not advertised; it is arranged, usually months ahead, through relationships built over years between concierge teams and individual temples. The privilege is not merely seeing the building without crowds โ it is the chance to sit in a hall built for contemplation and actually be permitted to contemplate.
The Gion district rewards the same patience. Day-trippers chase geisha sightings on the main lanes; those who stay the evening, and who have been introduced properly through an ochaya's existing clientele, find themselves instead at a private dinner where a maiko's conversation and shamisen performance are the entire point, not a photograph opportunity.
A morning spent with a tea master in a centuries-old machiya townhouse follows different rules again โ there is no rushing a proper Ura Senke ceremony, and the etiquette rewards visitors who have done a little homework beforehand. Ask your host what is expected of you. The ritual is more rewarding once you understand the choreography rather than simply observing it.
Stay long enough โ three or four days at minimum โ and Kyoto stops being a checklist of temples and starts to read as what it actually is: a working city that has maintained an unbroken craft tradition for over a thousand years, and is simply getting on with it, whether or not anyone is watching.