Whereas other rooms share bathrooms and bathing facilities, this section had its own, and was luxurious to the point of decadent, especially when you consider that monks generally lead a life of austerity. It was made up of two large rooms, and a wraparound patio-like room.
The rooms contained so much beauty and art, I treated it practically like a museum.
Breakfast and dinner were served here (photos of food to come later), and a night, the fluffiest futon I have ever slept on was laid out. These were all served by monks, which took some getting used to (imagine a church being rented out as a hotel, with the priests waiting on you and you understand my confusion). Everyone has to make a living, I suppose.