With less than half an hour left before my train was due to leave, I took in views of the river and worked my way back through adjacent streets to the station. Suitcase out of the locker, then on board and settled in for the trip down through the mountains, on for Kyoto 京都.
Along the footpath, admiring the heavy tree textures between the chrome of parked motorcycles and bicycles. An entire art study could be done on just one square metre of Takayama 高山 sidewalk.
Looking across the river to another compact parking lot.
A street aside presents different views.
Buying into the tourism, I picked up some cute local trinkets in a store along the way. There's too much good stuff to be able to resist. Plus, it's nice to have something that, years later, with a glance, will transport you back to that place and time.
Bottles of, as we say in English, sake 酒, but more specifically nihonshu 日本酒 (“Japanese wine”), standing attractively outside another store.
I kept intending to try it somewhere, but never did. There's always next time.
The old streets in Takayama city 高山市 are beautiful and fun, but like most tourist spots in Japan, they've been highly optimised for the extraction of tourist dollars.
They are perhaps a bit too perfect, too high a distillation of experience. Not necessarily inauthentic, but akin to cultural fast food. Everyone enjoys a bit of fast food occasionally, but it shouldn't be all that you eat!