I don’t normally splash out on “luxuries” during my walks.
However, some *very* kind people donate a few pennies so that I can do so.
So courtesy of the lovely Karen Servadei, I sat down in the Café Mozart in Vinaros, and enjoyed a wee “cortado”.
And what a cafe it is. Dark wooden panelling; small lights on every table; and the walls are lined with books. The first book I laid eyes on was by Irvine Welsh (my favourite Scottish author). And it was in English (or as close to English as an Irvine Welsh novel gets).
