Naoshima was the first of three very different Japans on the same trip, before the pilgrimage paths of the Kumano Kodo and, finally, Tokyo. It is a strange and special place. Museums built into the hillsides, sculptures standing on beaches, Tadao Ando's concrete next to old fishing villages. I photographed it the way I photographed everything on that trip, just walking. The ferry in, the quiet corners between the galleries, the parts of the island that carry on as if the art were not there. The art is the reason you come. What stays with you is the place around it.