93:365 third day.
and on the third day, the good people of translation drank of the tequila. a lot of freaking tequila.
not at this place, though—this was some kind of steak house, i believe. just a quick snap of what the "little seville" looked like on my way to find morning coffee that didn't come from a plastic pouch in the hotel room. i recommend scooter's!
lightbox looks less rushed.