Maitencillo, just along the coast from ConCon, was bloody freezing. The Diminutive One managed to bypass the fresh fish and smell out the one open jewellery store, probably within a 100 square mile radius.
On a grey, cold, damp Saturday afternoon, the only decent thing to do is retire to a posh restaurant and get slightly overcharged for grilled corvina. This was later washed down by seven (s)quids worth of fresh coffee and kuchen, a kind of apple cake.
Fancy a dip?
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