Osaka framed

Osaka is full of causaways. So much so that, in some cases, I lost the reference and, if they had asked me, I could no longer tell which was level zero, the one with my feet on the ground.

After a while in these Japanese cities, I realized that I was beginning to understand where things stand: where one store ends and another begins, I realized that I could tell at a glance that there is a café on the fourth floor and that to get up there, you'd better take the elevator.

The space is used with some care and with a lot of pragmatism: the houses are very close, but they do not touch each other. Under the causeways, I have usually seen parking lots, or galleries of stores, markets, covered by the causeway. The houses are small, almost always, often they are very small, bordering on sanity, perhaps.

Outside the center, even the stores are small, they are workshops. And, sometimes, they are disarmingly beautiful.