That young woman is wearing a beautiful kimono.

That man is my father.

He is a man from eastern Japan, cherishing the old Japanese traditions.

He is a true man from Kyoto, cherishing the traditions and culture of Kyoto.

That woman is my mother.

Azuma is my best friend.

She is a true Kyoto lady, and everyone is fascinated by her beauty and elegance.

I like meat, so I eat it every day.

The sun rises from the direction of Azuma.

We ate our lunch in the gazebo at the park.