Another movie, another evening spent wandering the always hip and youthful Far East Plaza, with its ever-changing tiny shops. We fell down the rabbit hole when we stumbled onto a vintage shop cramped full of delicious retro artifacts.
Break for ice-cream before heading off for drinks with re-acquainted long-lost friends by the quay. In the Spanish-named smoky pool-table atmostphere of the pub, we emitted squeals of delight- we were still recognisable to one another despite a lapse of a dozen years and having grown out of the convent school uniform into everyday adult attire.
