Paradise in Off-Street
This back alley neighborhood that seems likely to disappear now was a paradise for me. It is a part of me for which there can be no substitute. Those alleys are just barely wide enough that two people can pass through them. Depending on where you ask, you may hear that that long ago, people once called them six–foot roads. A little of the air of wooden construction from the beginning of the Showa period in the 1920s still remains. You encounter it here and there if you walk the slender road, meandering, zigzagging lanes. They are like a maze, and they keep away stranger people. So, for the locals, they are a comfortable paradise.