A few streets south where a sakura 桜 overhangs the river, waiting for the warmer temperatures to arrive.
Although the centre of Takayama city 高山市 is quite small, the boundary stretches to out to the surrounding mountains and volcanoes, making it, via a quirk of designations, geographically the largest city in Japan.
Back in the town where it was almost as quiet, little vehicle traffic and people mostly on foot. Walking through the old streets and then along the river, pausing for a few minutes to watch a grey heron.
I love the way they move, as if the water doesn't impact them.
Passing by one of the stone walls of the main gate, then down through the leaf-covered paths and into the surrounding streets, still forested, where houses started appearing again.
Looking back and moving on.