Thought I’d take a break from not getting anything useful done to exclaim about this morning’s breakfast. Maree took us to Fratelli Paridiso, which I find difficult: sitting in the dark waiting for the good-looking Italian staff, to interrupt their own conversations for rapid fire explanations of the illegible blackboard menu in unintelligibly thick accents – however everyone else loves the place. So I have to grudgingly admit this was the best breakfast dish I can remember having. A poached egg, basil, bacon, (roast?) cherry tomatoes and salty biscuit on polenta with balsamic and an incredible olive oil.

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