of the shitamachi, the low city, is cut in slices
by the train lines ...
you still feel like being into a village.
bycicles, babies in heir carts,
old ladies crooked upon their shopping trolleys,
everything at human scale.
where all the houses are cladded by blue metal sheets,
and faced by huge bunches of flowers and plants.
he's the boss in the neighbourhood.
about what happened in mukojima:
http://www.mukojima.cjb.net
and always try to help you.
this is the place
where
a polycarbonate house was built
