
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.