Cortado

Nespresso, I don't think so.

Agu and I had an appointment in Palma in the morning, so he dropped me off in town to do a bit of shopping. Cort Ingles, the big department store was relatively painless at 11am and the huge Nespresso section looked quite blipworthy, even if George Clooney wasn't there. I asked if I could take a photo, but no, my first ever refusal! If I'd had time I was going to sneek back, but this coffee I had later on ( a cortado means 'cut' with a dash of milk) was much tastier anyway.

I emerged into a torrential downpour, so I couldn't even get a street shot without steaming up. However, I got lucky with the bus, chatted all the way home with an ex pupil and then was dropped right outside the school at exactly the time the children had finished lunch. Perfect! We nipped down the road to Can Lluis, where the boys ate more with me, and this finished me off.