Tuesday August 10th
Day 111
Early for an appointment I step into a cafe, escaping fine drizzle.
On the counter I read that the coffee beans are grown on a single estate in Ecuador. The milk is organic. The pastry is a Portuguese speciality - a wobbly egg custard tart in a glazed buttery case.
I could be in Lisbon or Rome but I’m in a small market town in Devon. I feel so lucky that the world has travellled to my doorstep.
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