After our leisurely stroll along the two morning markets of Takayama, we stopped in at a couple of sake breweries nestled amidst a street of old private houses. These old houses, made of beautiful dark stained timbers, were occasionally splashed with purple from the overhanging tendrils of pretty wisteria. The cold sake was definitely warming, and along the way we feasted on an endless supply of
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