traditional arts

Amidst the verdant peaks and murmuring waters of the Kiso Valley, I embarked on a pilgrimage through time. Each footstep along the ancient Nakasendo trail transported me into the realm of a woodblock print, where nature and history intertwined.

The towering Japanese cedars whispered tales of samurai and travelers who had passed this way centuries before. The wooden inns, with their traditional paper lanterns, evoked a bygone era of tranquility. As I traced the curves of the cobbled paths, I felt the pulse of the past beating beneath my feet.