Aimotobashi
A cantilever bridge that once spanned the Kurobe river, with a legend of a princess and a great serpent.
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A cantilever bridge that once spanned the Kurobe river, with a legend of a princess and a great serpent.
A coast where mirages appear. With the buried forest, it was long an object of awe.
At 186 metres, the tallest in Japan. It took seven years to build, and 171 people died.
For three days and nights the hill town dances in silence. The kokyu fiddle carries through the streets.
A Kitamae shipping port whose main street still holds its merchant houses, the Mori residence among them.
The casters' quarter, its lattice fronts unbroken and its pavements inlaid with the town's own bronze.
Rebuilt in fireproof earthen construction after a great fire, its black plaster fronts hung with cast bronze signs.
Thatched roofs pitched at 60 degrees to shed snow, framed without nails and tied with rope; a World Heritage village.
Built during recovery from wartime bombing, one of a cluster of postwar modernist civic buildings.
A mayor had the town's schools and offices built as copies of famous world architecture - some thirty of them stand.
Fishing boats moor at the front doors along this canal, each of its twelve bridges designed differently.
Power stations deep in the gorge, built to a level of design nobody was expected to see.
Townhouses raised on stone retaining walls above a cliff - silk and paper wealth expressed as vertical construction.
A disused canal kept as water and made into a park - industrial remains recomposed as landscape.
Carving studios line the temple approach, and even the shop signs are carved - the whole town a display.
A 1930 training barque preserved afloat, its rigging standing as pure structure.
Merchant houses at a Kitamae port, opening to the sea with their storehouses ranked behind.
A route climbing 2,000 metres, whose annual snow clearing carves twenty-metre walls - a form remade each spring.