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"Great hotel nice area had a great stay high recommended "

"Very well maintained."

"Amazing experience with Ten-yu. We spent a few hours in the attached water park and enjoyed the private onset in the balcony. Free ice cream, tea and snacks in lobby was an added bonus. No need to even pack a bag- clothes, night dresses and all toiletries were complimentary. "

"Very nice"

"Appreciate free drinks after 3PM and beers Etc, after 7PM. Fantastic breakfast. Very kind staffs. Very comfortable and considerate hotel. Tiny thing one chair will be nice addition."

"beautiful property, beautiful hotel garden- don't miss it! Close to the train station. Staff helpful ,polite and welcoming. Special thanks to Kim- was the best- always ready to help, polite and just wonderful !"

"Spacious and beautiful views of the surrounding hills. Only downside is that there are no food places within walking distances, but was able to take the train to nearby places."

"Really beautiful hotel. Very professional staff."

"First of all, the location is a little out of the way. You don’t just stumble on this place. It takes a train. Then a bus. Then maybe a hike — uphill, because of course it’s uphill. And for a brief, soul-questioning moment, you’ll wonder if this was a mistake. If you’ve made a wrong turn not just on the map, but in life. But then, like the slow pull of a curtain at sunrise, it appears. The hotel. Not the sterile kind with 300 carbon-copy rooms and motivational phrases etched into throw pillows. No. This is something else. A structure with soul. Refined architectural details, coupled with expert craftsmanship. It doesn’t beg for attention — it knows it deserves it. And when you walk in, you’re not a guest. You’re not a tourist. You’re something older, deeper — a pilgrim who made it. The kind of place that offers not just a bed, but a reminder that beauty still exists in the details: hand-carved wood, real linen, warm stone floors under bare feet. Someone here gave a damn. Then the food hits. Not just a meal. A revelation. You take one bite and suddenly every overhyped, overpriced downtown bistro you’ve ever endured feels like culinary cosplay. Here, someone cooked like your grandmother would have if she’d trained in Kyoto, lived in Provence, and smoked unfiltered cigarettes while quoting Camus. It’s food with memory — bold, unapologetic, and sensual as hell. And luxury? It’s not in the thread count. I"