We shared a nice salad, with warm goat cheese, apples, bacon and walnuts, then Karen had an egg dish with mushrooms and foie (it's hard to say what that was), and I had cuttlefish in a mysterious, salty sauce.
The place was bustling, with a surprising number of tables occupied by women.
Instead of dessert there, we walked back to the hotel, stopping at a gellato place for a small, perfect cup of hazelnut ice-cream.
It's a lovely night, warm and happy. Time for bed.
Tomorrow we leave Tarragona to begin the final, Barcelona phase.
Some fun, eh?