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Well last night me old mate pulled a muscle so I ended up walking to Quimet and Quimet alone and arrived there at 5.45, 15 minutes before opening. Front of the queue . You f…..n beauty. 

I had sea bream with oil, sweet capsicum and piquillos, then cumquats with Spanish sheep cheese, anchovies, a bit of a chutney and oil and grape juice. After that fois gras, caramelized onion, mushroom and truffle oil on a small piece of dry toast. Still not enough so then cold poached egg, mushrooms sweet potato chips and pate. 4 glasses of a very nice cold white wine. and I was complete. I stood at the bar being first in and could watch the 2     guys making everything to order. It was amazing and they go like cut cats. Before I ordered the sea bream, I asked if it was cooked and the waiter said “everything they do comes in tins or packets” (except the poached egg.) consequently all the containers of Spanish products adorning the shelves. Incredible genius . It’s given me the idea of going to a Spanish grocer or supplier and trying to replicate some of the tapas. 

With my belly full and another great experience under my belt, one hour later I walked out of Quimet and Quimet a very happy and contented diner. 

A brisk walk back to the Gaudi Hotel and Russell was feeling a bit better so we went back to the Lennox Hotel. Met Annemarie back there as it was 5 doors from her hostel. Two drinks then we left and headed home for our last night in Spain.

 We check out this morning, stow our luggage and fill in the day before heading to the airport around 4.00pm for the grueling journey back home via Zurich 50 minute stopover and Singapore  9 bloody hours. Might try to get a lounge pass or hotel room there. It’s not enough time to leave the airport but too much to just hang around the shops . See ya soon Melbourne and please turn the temperature up. 

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