Castles and Rivers...but the highlight, I think, was the bread. There was lightly fried flat bread dusted with garlic and salt. There was a rustic whole-grain loaf, served on a plank with a knife to cut it with (no butter; it was used to sop up the stew). There was more fried bread, this time with powdered sugar and dried fruits.
Then there was wine.
And now I can eat no more.
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