Wednesday, 19 March 2014
I'm enjoying a cafe condensado in a little establishment by the name of Lecci.
The sky is azure blue and it's an agreeable 19 or 20 degrees Celsius, in Euro-speak.
A word of warning: it costs a ridiculous amount of euros to use my hotel's wi-fi connection, though this little cafe does the business.
Ergo, the Belmont missives may not be as regular as you're accustomed to.