It’s 0652 and I have been up for a quarter hour, thinking I would go for a nice walk. My body seems to have adjusted to the time zone, although I did wake up about thirty minutes later than I usually do. I just discovered that the sun won’t rise for an hour still and, since I won’t enjoy walking around in a strange city in the dark, I have some time before I shall leave. At 0730 the first light is illuminating the street and I get going.
A few photos from yesterday:
I hadn’t eaten fish in a few years and felt clumsy eating this sole. I am sure I could have learned a lot from any twelve year old local.
The traditional national pastry: