
What next from Cordoba ? Oh, the Ku Klux Klan trail, I guess.

No, not really, but still a little unsettling to see in the religious shops that outnumber Bass dispensaries here.
Cordoba has treasures at every turn, like this half-finished Roman Brunning & Price gastropub.

Depending on your perspective, I guess, all Spanish bars are gastropubs, or none of them are. Even the smallest serves a decent posh sandwich.
There was a drop of drizzle in Cordoba that night, just as you lot got a suntan (before the snow), so out came the umbrellas around the Cathedral.


We had a little supermarket at the end of our alley and made a feast of crisp bread, salami and Gouda each night, washed down with 2 euro Andalucian craft beer.
Or we would have if Mrs RM hadn’t squirted half of it down the sink; I think she shook it before opening. The other half was stunning.
I had to look this up on Untippd (I hate myself)

That’s how it should look, Mrs RM. And after buying a second bottle and leaving it in the fridge overnight, that’s how it did look. #BeerCicerone
So in Spanish it’s ‘cerveza pálida India’, so why IPA eh! Should be CPI, or perhaps more correctly CINP, ‘cerveza india negra pálida’. This is why I don’t do beer…
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