Mendokoro Ikaho
When the footfalls of the stone-step street recede, green gathers in the wooden frames. Perched on small stools, you watch the owner’s hands until a bowl arrives—a place that gently closes the day in Ikaho with mountain fragrance.
When the footfalls of the stone-step street recede, green gathers in the wooden frames. Perched on small stools, you watch the owner’s hands until a bowl arrives—a place that gently closes the day in Ikaho with mountain fragrance.