Ohara is the Kyoto that the city used to be all the way out — a working mountain village an hour north, where monks and retired empresses came to disappear. The walk is a slow figure-of-eight between two temples with a worked valley in the middle, and the point is the quiet.
Just over four kilometres, best early. Ohara is bus-only — Kyoto Bus 17 up from Demachiyanagi — so come at opening and beat the coaches. Climb the cedar lane to Sanzen-in, the imperial -in (temple) whose moss garden spreads under the trees with small stone jizo figures set into the green; the morning light through the cedars is the thing.
Then drop into the rice-terrace valley and cross to Jakko-in, the -in nunnery where the last of the Heike empresses lived out her grief — the Tale of the Heike ends here. It's a steeper, lonelier climb, and worth it.
Back down for the shibazuke shops on the approach, the red-purple shiso pickle the village invented. Taste before you buy, then the bus home from where it left you.