Molls and I went to an awesome party for my friend's brother. This is us having way too much fun: proof that I get out once in a while.
This is the place where you get things. Well, one of the many places you get things. You know, like the indispensible Christmas Mohawk or Three Kings that climb your terrace.
These children can be yours for just six euros each. They come complete with uniforms.
In the Rastro (which Molly and I now pronounce with bad imitation of the Jetsons' dog) there is a little deli that serves amazing open-faced sandwiches. I recommend the tuna, unless you're a fan of octopus or pickled squid tenacles. They also have the classic bocadillo flavors like tortilla, jamon, codfish, and lomo. The Rastro is probably the world's largest flea market. The place you go for jewelry, scarves, antiques, pickpocketing, and yummy sandwiches.
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