Sunday - Departing
We enjoy our last meal on the balcony of Alex’s Plaza Cafe. It’s a great place to have a drink or snack and watch people scurry around on the streets. Even if there’s a noisesome and apparently deaf busker right underneath channelling a nightmare version of Bob Dylan.
A last look at our abode for the week, the the Auburn Street Cottage. I’m not a great fan of bed & breakfast places (where you pay Aunt Harriet and Uncle Irving exorbitant rates for Safeway muffins and weak coffee, and to suffer their disapproving glare if you sit on an expensive piece of furniture), so this place, a separate house in the owners’ back yard has been perfect for us the last few years.
