The oily and savory smell of Osaka, defined genuinely by the various different mellow foods that line each street in small kiosks and izakayas.
The entire city only gets an inch or so of snow, and the winters are known more for the festivals than the blizzards. I had little idea as to where I would meet Torabe or whether I would meet him at all.
What I did know is that I could rely on the memories we made three years ago in this same city.