I ate a big…

I ate a big lunch. I was hungry. I got the steak. It tasted much better than it looks and the potatoes through all of Ireland have been uniformly delicious. And a Guinness. Deeelish.

I’m in the middle of my so-far favorite section of Proust. He’s on a long-awaited trip with his Granny to Balbec.

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