Es Mercadal.

Enjoyed a tasty ensaiimada crema and strong milky coffee outside a cafe in the town, with the puppy on a very short leash watching passers-by. He was very good despite desperately wanting to dismember a long-haired dachshund under a neighbouring table, and even allowed a nice guy to talk to and stroke him on the way back to the car. The chap had dogs of his own so understood how to approach him non-threateningly. Most people don't, and either pass by too close (risking a snap to the ankle) or extend a hand and race towards him crying Que mono! Thus risking a snap to the arm. He's gradually getting the hang of being sociable though.