The next morning involved coffee and a long easy walk to El Rastro which is an outdoor flea market. While I quickly walked through most of the kioks selling knich knacks and basically junk. I did see a few interesting items for sale including a chastity belt, dirty comics, and sweaters that would trump any and all ugly sweaters in the US. In fact, one pink ensemble was shaped like a certain female body part. But I digress. After walking uphill and only fueled by coffee that morning. I was hungry.
Luckily, at the top of the hill, Mr. M&P and I spotted a shop opening for day's customers. It was a pastry shop selling all sorts of meat, cheese, and mystery empanadas and pies. Mr. M&P had the ham pie which was a huge slab of processed pink ham ground up and filled between two thick layers of pastry. Texture wise, this was unpleasant. Completely soft. Flavor wise, this was also unpleasant. The pink gloppy middle tasted of canned ham but oddly wasn't seasoned enough. The pastry need a good sprinkle of salt.
Corner of Calle Amazonas & Calle Ribera de Curtidores