Had it been dawn on any other day, the streets of Chigasaki would have been quiet. However, this particular morning was different. As I cycled closer to the coast, the morning silence slowly transformed. A whisper emerged, distant at first, but grew more distinctive with each pedal stroke. Upon my arrival at Southern Beach, I was greeted by the festive energy of locals. I could hear the familiar chants that have filled the streets of Nango-dori every July for over 180 years.