of the Spanish side of the border and a speed limit sign
and on the Portuguese side with this speed limit sign
No one was nearby who might even consider stamping passports or asking what we were
bringing. We drove through 20km of twisty roads through the hills to reach the town
of Braganca where the first stop was to relieve
ourselves (notice how it rotates to flush)
and all
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and salad
at the pizza grill
(entrega gratuita) while looking out at the fountain
and phone booth
on the town square.
After lunch, we explored the town starting with the phone booths
and the fountain
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that told us the exchange rates. We looked at this street scene
and picked out places for men
and women
to get their hair cut, stopped to mail our post cards
and then headed back to Spain for the drive to Zamora where this guy
greeted us at our hotel.
While we
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atop the church near this police station
atop this church.
Finally, we watched the sky turn colors
with the sun as we headed to our dinner including melon com jamon
(2 views) and gazpacho
in the restaurant where the ladies at the next table couldn't believe we would photograph
our food but made it clear that we could not photograph them.