It's a balmy Saturday evening and the Plaza Mayor is not only huge, but packed with Spanish families out for the evening -weekenders from further south, or even Madrid, quite possibly, as the new motorways have made access much easier. We've been away almost a week, and Merida is, so far, the only place we've seen another English speaking tourist (and they were Americans.
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We stroll around a few bars, not very hungry, watching the nightlife. After a while we decide against anything major on the gastronomic front but go for a media racion of Torta del Casar - a local soft cheese a bit like a very gooey camembert in style, but much more tasty and very creamy. It arrives fridge-cold but in minutes is running all over the plate. Yum yum. The croquetas (an addiction of Shareen's) are disappointing, but a timely reminder that greed comes before a bad plate of food...
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