Just in case I start to forget what I love about living in Valencia I happened upon this little bodega in Cabanyal (Cabañal in Spanish), the old fishing port of the city. I didn’t go inside because for me 1 pm is a little early for a glass of wine—I guess I’m not very Spanish after all. I was also on a Valenbisi bike with the clock ticking. This is on my way to my French class and is about 20 minutes via a sweaty bike ride. I’ll have to make time to stop in sometime soon as it looked as charming on the inside as it does outside.
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