
Flavour and Taste
Spring 1993, Portugal I oversleep, miss breakfast, my friends and the bus to Braga. The next one goes in an hour. There’s an unimpressive-looking restaurant across the road and I’m starving.
Spring 1993, Portugal I oversleep, miss breakfast, my friends and the bus to Braga. The next one goes in an hour. There’s an unimpressive-looking restaurant across the road and I’m starving.
The Region You drive up the hill and notice the brown tourist road sign alerting you to a photo opportunity up ahead. You slow down, wondering what on earth one can