Scenes like that have become a rare sight in big cities, but you’ll see them quite often here in Kurashiki, Okayama, where I live. They’re elusive—you might miss them depending on your timing—but do come visit and see for yourself.
Japanese cities can disappoint. Visitors stroll around hoping to be awe-struck by the dreamy spectacle of clip-clopping Geisha in their wooden geita, or barreling sumo wrestlers, or high-stockinged ninja girls (à la Kill Bill), and all against a Blade Runner backdrop, only to be confronted with mostly unremitting blandness.
The constants are these: concrete, plastic, more concrete, more plastic, endless construction (one crappy shopping complex or mansion block replacing another), confusion, and noise. It can all seem dizzyingly homogenous.
✍️ Philip Patrick
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