Kagawa

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• ayagawachou The smell of wheat and hot dashi rises before you even find a seat.
• utazuchou Salt pans once stretched along this stretch of the Seto Inland Sea coast, and their memory is not entirely gone.
• kanonjishi Dried sardines — iriko — have shaped this coast for centuries.
• kotohirachou Stone steps rise from the valley floor toward Kotohira-gu, worn smooth by centuries of sandal and boot.
• sakaideshi Salt once defined this coastline.
• sanukishi Pilgrims move through Sanuki City at their own pace, straw sandals worn thin by the time they reach Ōkubo-ji, the temple where the eighty-eight-stage circuit closes.
• shoudoshimachou The ferry from the mainland docks and the air carries something faintly briny, faintly sweet — the smell of soy sauce fermenting in old wooden barrels.
• zentsuujishi White-coated pilgrims move through the gate of Zentsuji before the morning market stalls have fully opened, their wooden staffs tapping a slow rhythm on the stone path.
• takamatsushi Ferry schedules at Takamatsu Port run to rhythms that feel older than the Seto Ohashi Bridge — connections to islands, connections to Honshu, the port itself still carrying the logic of a city that exists because of water.
• tadotsuchou Trains branch here.
• tonoshouchou At Tonosho Port, ferries from Okayama arrive and depart with the quiet regularity of a town that has always faced the sea.
• naoshimachou The ferry from Uno Port takes barely any time at all — and then Naoshima appears, low and green across the water.
• higashikagawashi Gloves are everywhere in Higashikagawa — not displayed, but present in the logic of the town.
• marugameshi The ferry to Shiwaku Hontō leaves from the port below the castle walls, and the schedule is not particularly convenient.
• mannouchou Sunflower oil pressed from crops grown across the hillside farms of Hanayama district carries this town's character more plainly than any signboard.
• mikichou Bags of *sanuki no yume 2000* flour sit stacked near the agricultural cooperative, and the scent of milled wheat drifts faintly across the flatlands that open up between the foothills and the town center.
• mitoyoshi At Takase Station, crates of Niupionne grapes move through the morning, their dark skins catching the low light before they disappear into trucks headed east.