From the cherry fields of Verona to a tiny village in Wakayama, a bowl of miso soup holds more than flavour. It carries Obaachan’s hands, a century of care and the warmth of a Japan that lingers beyond the city walls. This is the taste of home.

What if the most honest way to connect with a city was through your fingertips? In Naples, eating with your hands is more than a habit. It is a philosophy.