You have to go way up north and east. Most of the road is paved but the last few kilometers of rocky gravel will test your determination. But when you find the abandoned lime mill, you are there.

I defied the guard and parked anyway. The guard was not impressed.

This is not the entrance to the restaurant. Perhaps it sees off those of faint heart.

Now we're about to enter the restaurant.

The menu. Not everything is always available.

She has a lot on offer that day, but I have to have the basics at least once every other day.

The kitchen.

The front porch.

And Maria herself.

Last modified 6/7/22; original content © 2022 John P. Nordin