The lush, dripping green of the forests on either side was unlike the Island Country, leaning more towards a European-like scene shrouded in a hint of dimness.
Firs and larches made up the forest, with undergrowth flourishing unusually well, and the roadsides blanketed with green moss.
Periodically, there would be cyclists passing by, in twos and threes.
As tourists increased in number, they arrived at the shopping street, the liveliest old street in Karuizawa.
The European-style old church along the street;
passersby coming and going, their fashion sophisticated, their attire exquisite;
artistic shops, antique stores, and Western-style restaurants were closely arrayed.
The vintage red bus with its boxy frame and square glass looked just like a giant candy jar.
Little Lian rode on her cute children's bicycle, her eyes sparkling, gazing long at everything in front of her.
She felt certain she had entered a magic world.
Dubian Che captured this scene on his phone.
