The phenomenon of manhoru mania emerged from the 1980s when decorating boring old manhole covers became so popular that now, over 90% of Japan’s manhole covers are art at your feet.
on the path you take
look down occasionally
art is everywhere
The best laid plans et al were foiled today by wet weather. We had hoped to take a ferry across to Naoshima (or Art Island) for the day to soak up some outdoor art.
Instead, we had a late start, bought tomorrow’s train tickets for Osaka and caught a bus down the road to Risurin-Koen, a Michelin-rated garden established in 1642. Most of today’s photographs are one-handed specials because, umbrella.
Despite the rain, it was worth the visit. The garden boasts a grove of cycads over 300 years old and several tea houses, one of which (Kikugetsu-tei) is named from a Tang era Chinese poem and translates as “When I scoop up the water, I hold the moon in my hands.”
In 1647, the first lord of Takamatsu brought the ceramics master, Kita Rihe’e Shigetoshi) from Kyoto to create this nine-story pagoda.
We stopped at a little place for Oyakodon (chicken egg rice) and tea. They were selling sticks of Japanese sweet rice flour dumplings (dango) in three flavours – plain, Japanese herb and cherry blossom.