O meu almoço no restaurante da Tate Modern: deep-fried Cornish haddock with chips, tartare sauce and mushy peas. A minha estreia no fish and chips, a repetir.
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«What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's
good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.»
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.»
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
- Joana
- Londres
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