Fukuoka is the kind of city that makes it easy to slow down. It’s not as dense as Tokyo, and it doesn’t carry Kyoto’s weight of history—just a comfortable, easygoing sense of freedom.
This time I wandered around the city with the GRⅠ. No particular plan—just following the light and my instincts. Vendors in the market, pedestrians waiting at red lights, yatai getting ready to close at dusk—put together, these fragments are probably what Fukuoka will look like in my memory.
