Between hothouses, a few ancient stone tablets and guardian deities remind travelers of the old Nakasendo. This area was once low-lying marsh land where silkworms, bred and raised in the healthier surrounding hill villages, were brought as cocoons for processing into thread.
The old highway now traces a tenuous path along meandering country lanes where land was eventually reclaimed for rice cultivation and later converted to hothouse agriculture. After 6 miles, the modern highway is rejoined and a mile and a half further on, the old post-town is reached.
