Streets of Old Hagi
"A Morning in Hagi"
I set out from Yamaguchi on an early morning bus, watching the sun rise over the quiet countryside as I traveled toward Hagi. As I arrived, a gentle morning breeze greeted me, and I felt an immediate sense of calm, as if stepping into a different era. Locals were heading to work, moving at a relaxed pace, and I couldn’t help but feel like a part of the community as I started my journey through the historic town.
The samurai district, where old family houses still stood proudly, their walls holding centuries of stories.
As my curiosity leads me to newfound wonders, the hour arrives for a quiet pause—time for lunch.
Strolling down the main road, I explored local shops and admired the pottery for which Hagi also is known for.
A quiet afternoon in the old samurai district stirs a sense of wonder, as if the echoes of forgotten stories linger in the air.
I pause to capture a citrus tree, its branches heavy with sun-kissed lemons, ripe and waiting to be plucked.
A wide road stretches before me—silent, still, Hagi at rest.
Unlike busier tourist spots, Hagi felt undiscovered, with only a few other travelers around. Each smile and greeting I received from the locals made the experience all the more memorable.
Hagi is a place where time seems to slow down, allowing you to savor every small moment. I left with a lasting sense of peace, and a piece of Hagi’s spirit stayed with me as I journeyed onward.