29.7.17

1: ronda.


Oh, Ronda, you so hot. Like literally, 100 degreezes, no A/C. Below, a surprising emergency lunch downtown at Toro Tapas, a chain/project-seeming thing from Osborne, the sherry/port people. I had bacalao in tomato sauce and chorizo in red wine, and Nelson had a pretty great risotto de setas. All not really the right food for the inferno we were in but, you know, expectations, we had none.








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