This past fall we took a lovely bike ride around the Noto Hanto (Peninsula). It was one of the best yet. Steep hills rushed down to a seashore the likes of which I've never encountered. Dramatic rock formations with crashing waves and villages staunchly set against the steady wind that blew in from the sea took my breath away. This set of rice terraced rice fields just outside of Wajima, though, were particularly lovely. While not exactly what would have existed before, they are a testament to a way of farming that it is worth remembering for its ingenuity and beauty.