Aren't you glad I'm going to spare you a bunch of fuzzy edged high contrast yellowed out Instagram pics?
I don't even have any sketches, because it was very cold and stopping for even a second was impossible.
We walked and walked and it was lovely because it always is. And like I always do I had steak tartare and it was beautiful.
So there you are.
Next up, a proper post about cocido madrileño, to counteract all this francophilia.
28.2.13
Paris
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And what a steak tartar it was, a light red, so light it was closer to pink than red, and the smothest softest texture in the mouth, and of course delightfully dressed, respecting every flavour. Best I've had.
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