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This town was more my speed. More laid back and starting to feel a little Spanish. It was clearly still a working fishing town, the fleet was tired up with their nets drying when we came into the port that evening but long gone by sun up the next morning.
We decided to have dinner off the boat from one of the restaurants that lined the harbor, finally settling on Restaurant Layn. It was good, (the Majorcan pallela was a big hit, as were their mussels)
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Andrea, Tom and Conor feeding ducks tableside |
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Conor gave his pasta two thumbs up |
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The best Spanish wine I had |