Eat Until The End

I am back in cold, gray Paris but am still thinking about some food, namely Paella, when we were in Spain sitting outside in the sunshine (although the French I was with still kept their coats and scarves on).

Isn’t this lovely? This was at a birthday lunch the day before we left. I feel like all I did while there was eat.

A plate of paella there.

A Spanish door knocker.

On the last day we went to a place in a part of Nerja that Maurice and I hadn’t seen before. There was a rather rustic restaurant on the beach called Ajo’s and we ate there and I had my last sangria.

They cooked their paella over fire so it had a smokey taste in these enormous pans, about three feet across. It wasn’t as good as the first one pictured here because it only had chicken and shrimp with a few little clams in it but I loved it.

2 thoughts to “Eat Until The End”

  1. I’ve never been crazy about paella or sangria, so I feel I may be missing out on some of the Spain experience when I go there…I mean there are plenty of other great foods! But paella and sangria are so emblematic.

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