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Adventures from my doorstep.
Fiesta at Puerto Juviley, Andalucia , Spain.
Lunch ? Err well... two hours later...
Smelling is important...
needs more salt...
waiting for lunch...
Paellea!!!
and then
Swedish Inger buying from the craft stall !
Wendy whose partner Angus makes the fabulous flags.
and music...

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