One of the things I loved about living in Milwaukee was that it was a city of contrasts. Everywhere you look, beauty juxtaposed with ugliness. I find myself loving people, places, and things for their faults just as much as their fortes. Shimanto-cho seems to have the right amount of flawed beauty to keep my eyes interested. Wrapped in cloudy mountains straight out of a Miyazaki film, for every beautiful traditional Japanese home and garden there is also a dilapidated hunk of rusted metal. Sweet and salty. It might not appeal to everyone’s taste, but I’m finding a lot to look at.