Market Kitchen

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Things were looking desperate. Monday. In Italy, many restaurants close on Monday, but not, thank heavens, the little place called 1 Pronti, 2 Cuoce in Alghero Market. More of a caff than anything else, There wasn’t much market action on … Continued

Top Capo

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Posted from Sardinia, Italy. I can’t say that I took to Stintino much. It’s a pretty place, formerly a tuna town. Now it fillets the wallets of tourists with the same assurance it used to fillet the flesh from the … Continued

Where the wild things are

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I’m not who was more surprised, she? he? or me. I had come round the corner of the path, where it ran between the sea and a pool of pungent stagnant water, surrounded by viscous mud dotted with the brilliant … Continued

Stintino & Chips

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Waitress: Would you like your tuna steak grilled medium or rare? Woman: Medium. Waitress: That’s fine. Anything else? Chips? Woman: Oh, yes, chips please. Waitress: With ketchup or mayo? Woman: Ketchup and mayo. Waitress: Would you like the chips at … Continued

Feeling sheepish

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Posted from Osilo, Sardinia, Italy. I would never have found Signora Turra if it hadn’t been for Davide. I’d been riding round and round and round Osilo for some time, feeling increasingly hopeless. I had spoken to Signora Turra several … Continued

La Maddalena

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Posted from La Maddalena, Sardinia, Italy. You get to Caprera via a causeway from another island, La Maddalena. There’s not a lot to La Maddalena, except the town, La Maddalena, itself, and some nice swimming spots, and clusters of ‘tasteful’ … Continued

Jousting with the Generalissimo

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Posted from Sardinia, Italy. Would you bloody believe it? I arrive at the island of Caprera, intent on a spot of Giuseppe Garibaldi hero worship. This was the island where the great man had lived, and died, a place of … Continued

Simple pleasure

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Posted from Palau, Sardinia, Italy. The path didn’t look that inviting, littered with broken glass, paper and other detritus, but after a few metres this rubbish vanished. It wound down through rocks, juniper, myrtle in blossom and wild rosemary. Presently … Continued

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