Kabira Bay
The colour of the water changes with the hour. Black pearls are farmed here, so swimming is not allowed.
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The colour of the water changes with the hour. Black pearls are farmed here, so swimming is not allowed.
A bridge 1,960 metres long crosses the sea. The island carries a Ryukyuan version of the Adam and Eve legend.
Stencil dyeing that carries the colours of the south, and the pottery of Tsuboya. Kilns line Yachimun Street.
Walled in limestone like a Ryukyuan castle, holding both the kingdom's record and the systematic collection of postwar Okinawan art.
A private museum on land reclaimed from a US base; its roof stair splits into six steps and twenty-three, for the 23rd of June.
The quarter where the kingdom gathered all its kilns; it escaped the war, and workshops still line the paved street.
A kiln found during construction was left in place and built around, shown underground beneath the galleries.
Stencilled paste resist with pigment rubbed in - a meeting of Chinese, Southeast Asian and Japanese dyeing, in colours built for southern light.
Woven for the royal house; one of its weaves could be worn only by the queen and princesses.
Its tsuikin technique - lacquer kneaded with pigment and applied like clay - exists nowhere else; the court ran the workshops.
Part of a royal highway; 238 metres survived the war, walled in stone between great trees.
One of the few gentry houses to survive the war intact, its walls and windbreak trees complete against the typhoons.
Potters left Naha for this village over smoke restrictions; a Living National Treasure built the first kiln, and nineteen studios are now gathered here, with shared climbing kilns and more.
Geometric flowers raised by floating threads; the craft died out and was reconstructed in 1964 from old cloth and older memories.
The village grows the plants, strips the fibre, splits it, spins and weaves - two hundred stems for a single bolt of cloth.
It began with melting down bottles the US military threw away; the bubbles the impurities caused were kept as the point.
Founded by the surviving students themselves, who gathered the testimony and wrote the wall texts in their own words.
Over 240,000 names cut into folding stone walls - carved without dividing by nationality, uniform, or side.
Built to work by wind rather than air-conditioning, with 56 shisa on its walls - each named by a citizen.
House plots are dug a metre below the lane to duck the typhoons - the whole village sunk into the ground.